My body hits the fabric and my mind slips away
She's laying me in a grave of silk and roses
Her fragrance sweet like honey but her thorns rip flesh
Wound in my heart pouring blood over soil
This black rose drinking the Red
This black rose is the reason I'm dead
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Piece Of My Mind
PoetryThis is a collection of poems, short stories and soliloquies about my conscious and subconscious life.
