Forever Night
Among the red roses with thorns that have been burnt by wars so long ago, I walk with my hands bound up with scars of the past, not knowing what is to become of this world. As I walk among the blacked roses with thorns I look down and still see your face as if there were sunlight. As the wind picks up and the sound of lost souls begin to cry , I can still hear your voice saying goodbye. As the wind picks up the smell of death and stupid rage and loss begin to rise, I can still smell the blood on your skin. Your eyes once so warm and bright now forever cold and dark, no longer seeing. Among the red roses with thorns the have been burnt by wars so long ago is where I lost you, as well as myself.
