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by Lizabelle Feb 19, 2012 category : Dark, fantasy / fantasy, mystical
Standing in a gray dress with long and flowing hair walking through a garden there's sadness in the air the garden is black and dead burned and rotted through there's just one thing that stands out a red rose, sprinkled with dew I walk towards this rose knowing that it soon will die I reach out my hand to pick it no one is nearby as my fingers close 'round the stem I forgot that there are thorns it pricks my hand and heart with sharp things this rose is adorned I fall upon the ground blood gushing from my heart hurting, hurting, hurting this is the worst part as I die, the pain slips away until I feel so numb and then I'm gone, just gone what have I become? then someone calls my name rescues me from my mind thank god, this daydream is over now sleep takes me, oh so kind