I think this is the last time
That i stop to smell the roses
Left with all but the thorns
And a feeling sickly, sweet

I walk through the garden eyes ablaze
I walk towards the flower, wilted, Melancholly
Beneath the wilted petals i see the colour bright
It shines brighter, i fall back.

This...

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To you i write this,
Even though you dont know who you are..

Every time i speak to you
every word i say,
Is followed with a feeling,
A bitter aftertaste.

With each word i say i see you,
each one slowly entices you.
You listen, your soul begins to sway
You listen, your heart becomes mine...

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A Bitter wind gusts through the door
Through the fires warmth my bones chill

Outside a shadow crashes around
Fear is blind and stumbles
Like an old man reaching for his cane

At the sign of weakness it takes its chance
Lashing out, Breaking free, Wreaking havoc on the weak

Fear is an...

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Broken

You see your friends walking down the street
Expressionless faces. Emotions are more than skin deep.
People refuse to talk, Why not open up to me?

How can i help with the pain when i get stood on
Am i the doormat everyone see's me as?
What am i to do!
How can i help you when all...

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Dark and lovely

as nights brimming

sky.

Elevated features

blaze amongst an

ebony frame.

Dreaded mane speaks loud

but some fear of

Medusa's gaze.

Passionate about injustice;

for instance Katrina's

indifference to change.

Tongue leaves bruises

as the waters leave

mutilated bodies on the