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The blood drops along the bloody white rose,
So delicate so gentle and graceful is the pose,
It's beauty entrances anyone near,
But it is that beauty that they should fear.
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The blood drops along seeping into the floor,
Deceive those around me I can do no more,
The Rose is now a red and it cries for attention,
For a moment I look at my painful invention.
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Now stained with blood, no longer white,
The loss of innocence is a beautiful sight,
But still it fakes beauty and happiness somehow,
I did that look where it has got me now.
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Sitting here soaked in blood looking at a bloody rose,
As the blood slips away for a moment my pain goes,
Clean it up.
Go on living the happy life people before me have lead,
Never let the world know that I'd much rather be dead.
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Depressing poetry for lost souls
PoetryThis is a collection of my own original poems, most are depressing or dark. Most have hidden meaning. Hope you like if not, then who cares, this is how a depressed person vents.
