The roses are wilted
The violets are dead
The demons are running
Round and round in my head
The garden is in shamble
My flowers no longer green
I have no dreams tangible
Can you hear my scream?
Only seen from the corner of my eye
I see the black figures
They're oh so sly
And anything but pure
Trapped in a maze
Of roses and shadows
Set my soul ablaze
Out in a forest of willows
Roses stained blood red
From the wounds of my thoughts
The violets are still dead
And my roses continue to rot
I just wanna say that the first 4 lines are not mine, I found it a while ago and thought it was really interesting and it inspired me to make the rest. Everything is original except for the first 4 lines.
But thank you and stay hidden! ~ <3
~Wolf
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The Poems Of Me
PoetryPoetry is a form of venting for me. So don't be surprised if you read this only to find a book full of meaningful, and possibly confusing, poems. In some way, my poems are a form of myself and my own feelings. ((PLEASE DON'T STEAL! I MAKE THESE POE...
