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Garden of blood red glass
written by Lovely_Suicide05:47 AM 10/13/04She picked some roses
Blossoms too
She knows the door already closes
That's nothing new
Thorns prick her finger tips
Droplets of blood falling down on her dress
Blood red lips
Forming her stress
Walking threw the tangled grass
Going threw to her life garden
Where everything ends up turning to glass
Her flowers begin to harden
Threw the shallow gates
Into the garden of blood red glass
Where her master waits
On the splintered grass
Standing still
She knows this might be it
Where he might choose to kill
She wishes she could quit
Her master takes these flowers
Accepts them in this garden
She watches him use his powers
And watch them harden even more
They turn red
As her master slits her arm
Knowing she will surely be dead
Forming a broken charm
But she's still alive
Standing still in the garden of blood red glass
And now he will thrive
On her lowered blood class
Garden of blood red glass
A fallen wizard awaits
For the time to pass
For the next victims of this garden to arrive at the gates. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
Not sure wat this means i was remembering that i picked some roses and blossom thingies and cam up with this very um dosnt make sense
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| » Comments / Feedback | by maggot445 (10-14-2004 - 12:20 AM)
by (anonymous) (10-15-2004 - 04:45 AM)
by (anonymous) (10-15-2004 - 04:50 AM)
| i think this is about making love... |
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