In a coven filled with dead roses,
Tears of emptiness rolled through the floor.
Pitch black was your soul,
A black hole was your being.
For even the roses couldn't stay alive for you,
Nothing could stay alive for you.
Pellets of droplets of rain cascaded down
Trying to bring life to the roses,
To you,
Which remained dead.
Consumed was your vanity, you
Only wanted to be complemented
With a shower of roses,
But instead placed in a coven with the rest of
Dead Roses.
- j.m.lopez 🥀
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