Roses turned black

Red as blood

Turned pure black

Roses are my black blood

There’s never a way back

 

I’ll just crush love

Open your heart

Send it to the gods above

For you had torn my roses apart

 

Don’t want, pain

I want my red roses

For a love that won’t regain

Give back my roses…

 

Throw me a knife

Cut the new scars

For ever more, faith

I have crushed every star

 

Hate me

Hate you

Don’t want to be

For the one of two

 

Leave my tears

Heal hearts of red

The roses made out of fear

Shall my faith be dead?

Reviews

[ℰmerald ⚓]

the black blood part reminds me of Crona from Soul Eater when he/she is fighting Maka and Crona gets all crazy and wobbly and says "my blood is black you know" and it gets all creepy...that was random...om nom..BUT it's a great dark poem :)

[Janice Fronek(red.panda)]

thanks

[Baby Ricochet]

Nice mood to this piece. I love the first stanza particularly.

[beautiful dreamer]

your poems are so dark and beautiful. i love them

[Janice Fronek(red.panda)]

:D