**The roses have wilted,
The violets are dead,
The demons run circles,
Round and round in my head.**
Memories fuel the fire,
Sorrow feeds the flame,
Regrets cannot save me,
I can't remember my true name.
A song plays in my mind,
A melody that calls to me,
The sound, sweet and enticing,
I can finally be free.
The darkness encroaches,
The blade shines bright,
Soon it will drip rubies,
And everything will be set right...
**Again, the first Stanza is not my work. A friend found it and suggested continuing it. I do not own it, though the next three stanzas are entirely my own work. Please do not steal my work ^.^
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An Exercise in Poetry
PoetryThe first stanza is not my work. I am not sure who wrote it, but the three following are mine after a close friend suggested expanding on the short poem. Interpret it how you will. Cover Photo image pulled from: https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CrCUsDEUA...
