The Black Book

April 23, 2008
A rose that was once red,

is now black.

Black as your life has turned.

Your tragic tail is shattered,

Like a window,broken.

As you look to see what it says...

Your heart, pounds to a beat

of an unheard drum,

as your story reveals itself.

The look of fear upon your face,

feeds the souls of the cold hearted.

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