Black roses;
They became the Розы that where once red,
They became this Black when my сердце bled,
They Represent my Sorrows,
They represent the path my сердце follows,
Black roses;
the symbol of my heart,
this is what it became, once i fell apart


Black roses,
there's a beauty hidden in this Darkened rose,
as it Stands innocently Maintaining its pose,
A beauty that Attracts those who have gone astray,
it frees them of thier hearts pain,
Black roses;
So beautiful Ты are,
Your as raidient as a shining star

Razor blade roses,
free me of your grip,
as your sharp ends are causing my skin to split,
Theres nothing like this pain,
but for this moment, i will let the blood rain,
the beauty pours from its core,
Spreading eagerly across its Petal covered floors,
Pain becomes pleasure,
As this rose is tempting me with its beauty,
free me from your grip,
and let the blades slip



i hpoe Ты like them (:

This is a play I wrote.
There are three acts.
I'll add the Далее two later.

(scene 1)
(enter Gabby and Conner, who appear to be arguing)
Gabby: For real, Conner, I really don't trust Anna. (shakes her head)
Conner: Really, Gabby, her parents founded the church. How can Ты not trust her?
Gabby: Steve and шерри, херес helped too.
(enter Anna)
Gabby: (death glares at Anna, but goes unnoticed)
Anna: So, Conner, are Ты talking to yourself или something?
Gabby: (clenches her fists, runs silently out of the room)