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I watch as this world
withers below me
nothing to cling
nothing to love
all that passes
are familiar faces
unchanging passages
broken lines
all mishapen
none seen through
the hearts broken
the love stolen
Black Roses
turn to ashes
the sight of the sun
the will to touch
it has become clear
that the sun
has not seen this world
the moon breaks free
Black Roses bloom again
hearts flow
the pools of agony
rift apart
the gloomy days
are becoming no more
The sun will not show
we are lost in the darkness
watching
looking for
Black Roses
in this sunless world
where the unkown exist
breaking,
scratching,
clawing our way through
this forest of Black Roses
there can only be
one path to the sun
lost and conceited
greed and hunger
love and hate
the balance of these natures
pull us apart
the sun looks down
on this ugly world
not showing its face
leaving us here in the dark
in this sunless world...