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Tis bleeding rose, Petals wilt and fall

In heart of wood, Godess hear thy call



As trees of emerald, winds do fly

Crying tears in the sky



Tis heart of the bleeding rose.



Crimson clouds, float amok

dripping dew from their stock



Tis the heart of the bleeding rose.



In the wood, I hear a call

Tis the godess of them all



river bends beneath the sight

of the crimson and the light.



Tis the bleeding rose



shreaking it's song



far too long



Far too long



In the heart of the bleeding rose.



- I'm sure it isn't good.

Oh dark wind, the angel of the dark

Bringer of the pain, cannot sustain your touch.



And yet I sit upon your tomb...the bringer of my doom. Poison air which flows through you.



Darkness, the blackness of it all, And I am just so small. To grasp the size and magnitude.



But the wind still blows...Dancing in caress...the dark and soft embrace...of the dark.



Empty vowels spew evoked, but a sympathy compote...containing pain and fear.



Bringer of the dark, Your power tis a broth....souls pying in agony to escape.



Oh dark wind....bringer from within

Catch me as I fall away

I shant hit the ground....

For my body's not around



My soul it floats abound.



Dark wind...hear my sound



- I doubt this one is good.

I,society's black cat, the ill fated rat that you want to poison.



And I shant say a word, for all of you have heard

Of the luck I bring.



With piercing eyes, I watch you die and you shant even try;

to escape my gaze.



I, society's black cat, shunned at every turn

They all hurt me in turn, waiting for a chance to strike.



Tis an existance to me, Of misery

And ill fate.



Pain at every stake



If they don't hurt me, I'll hurt them

Wheither I want to or not.



But complain I do not dare for No one would care; wheither I live or die. Wheither I'm in pain or not.



I am a black cat to this world

Without a fate, without a chance.



I,The black cat, Cross me if you can.



- I doubt this one's good either.

The Empty Ship, swaying in the breeze

It is going under the waves forever.



Waves flow upon thee, ship in the breeze

You are going under forever.



In the moonlight waves a shining beacon

signaling impending doom, transforming

light and dark together...all upon this gloomy night.



The Empty ship, swaying in the wind.

ever the deeper into the waves it winds

Into the deep forever it's fate intertwines



The lost ship called swaying in the breeze.



- I doubt it's very good.

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elandechocolat
00:29 Apr 20 2010

what no siren causing distruction?

it's better than my friends. . .

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