love is all there is...

field of dead roses
11:13 p.m. || 2004-03-04
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Spatters of scarlet blood..

A flicker of sick colours

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Amongst the endless field of grey.

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Nodding rotten heads, empty..

Glimmering with halting, graceful motion

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Amidst the stillness and nothing.

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Acidic rainwater.. pitter patter..

Gently sadistic music�

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Sedative for these broken souls.

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Dead roses stretch for miles..

Dried and mouldy and withered.

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Painted technicolour red�

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Outcast to life�Yet not allowed to rest.

Beautiful even so dead and uneasy..

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Lovely even sprinkled in blood..

Field of dead roses�

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Where will you go when you are dead?

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