::Voice::
" For this moment we stand in silence, the reflections of that pale face, the echo of that soft voice will live on in the petals we pull"
A cold blue reflection glides over my gaze as I stand in silence, hands folded over and the light dims and fades. A whisper reminds me of the pain that I must undertake. Pounding Pounding Pounding, I slam my faith right where my life remains. A frail smile cracks the lips of the pale angel that lay in my way.
Remind me of a world that has been swept back in a red sort of way.
Remind me of the turns into hate, cutting deep down in my palms.
I grip my cladstine thoughts and drift into dark.
Dancing in the light as the crimson tears come shredding down on my bare hands. A eulogy for the roses. A melody played on my angels ears that I wish I could only bear.
A eulogy washed in ashes of the memories that bloom.
A eulogy for the rose.
Was in the hand on my shoulder that sent my world into reality. A fable truth spent by the life of dagger, of poison. As I gather up the blood stained in my hands, I wipe a tear away from that pale statue of the emotions that lay with.
A fire inside, a pillar of lost thoughts.
Dancing in the light as the crimson tears come shredding down on my bare hands. A eulogy for the roses. A melody played on my angels ears that I wish I could only bear.
A eulogy washed in ashes of the memories that bloom.
A eulogy for the rose.
Was it a crime to love something that inflicted so much pain. A sinister motion waving deep inside, salute to my reasons that fade and die. Light embraces the darkness of the soul. For a moment in time.
Reminds me of life, love once lost in the thorn.
Reminds me of death, casted down by the hand that betrays.
Feel my pain. Feel the feathers of the angel where she lay. Feel the reflection of the light.
A eulogy for my heart.
A eulogy for my soul.
Cast in ice untill I grow old.
Dancing in the light as the crimson tears come shredding down on my bare hands. A eulogy for the roses. A melody played on my angels ears that I wish I could only bear.
A eulogy washed in ashes of the memories that bloom.
A eulogy for the rose.
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Submission Name: Eulogy For The Roses
