A bouquet of bloody flowers.
You see them crying.
You see them dying.
What once was nice,
Is now frozen in ince.
A frozen block of pain.
Can you feel there shame.
There darkness, depression.
All the same.
Now without further digression.
I'll tell you there meaning.
All they represent is your spirit bleeding.
What once was nice and sweet,
Now basks in the smell of rotten meat.
Author notes
I just bought some emo shoes.
Depression ofr uber sepresion?
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wicked
intens..but wicked cool!
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