by sean whitr
Light blast & smoke cast shadowy faces in dark places. Wrath laces that do not leave traces. Charished unused shell cases. Time well wasted. Red rose.light brought you life, Light brought you death. Even though you were strongest cycles life back where you came from and left. A casted spell than your pedals fell. All that was left a stem of thorns most sharp kisses the skin leaving pieces still stuck in. Blood drops dripping amid.there probly always be roses as long as I live. I just cant understand why they come and go so fast. But beauty is something that rarely ever last.
Last updated December 03, 2015