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Blood-red
roses are my mark
As
bloodshed tears commence,
to
fall in such heartfelt sorrow
Lapping
in a pool of desolation
Tomorrow
seems ever so distant
As
each day becomes a new trial
One
to overcome, a ceaseless battle
In
which confounds the minds-eye
Longing
to see, as the fates conspire
Even
as one may hold destiny in hands
Nothing
shall ever go according to plans
All
for naught, descending into the void
Be
there no reason, nor season of serenity
As
the essence bleeds in ceaseless fashion
Grief-stricken,
inconsolable beyond repair
Grasping
unto faith, with a desire of hope
The
rose shall bleed continuously in time
Elapsing
in a comatose induced, disposition
Where
there is no harmony, nor tranquility
Only
a living nightmare infused by destiny
As
darkness descends, the light fades away
I
take two steps back, falling now to knees
Pleading
with the heavens above in prayer
In
hopes of wisdom, compassion and love
The
right course of action to follow through
The
guidance of the light, of enlightenment
The
strength to carry on, despite adversity
With
an open heart, the grace of loves gift
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