Withered roses fade as they die
They won't be coming back at sunrise
They only appear when there are rainy skies
There are no more torturous cries
All of their tears have dried
They never escaped even if they had tried
It happens over and over again, but it's no longer a surprise
I look into their hollow, silent eyes
They have no pupils that can change in any different size
I think I should have listened to their dark whispers of advice
Why did I not do what was advised?
Their drops of black liquid from their eyes hold me somewhat mesmerized
They tell me there will always be some type of sacrifice
And that there is no paradise
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My poetry
PoetryThis is pretty self explanatory. I am sharing my poetry for others to read if they want to, enjoy! And please don't try stealing my work because you will receive a copyright infringement.
