Dripping droplets of roses black,
Pour out of my wrists from a heart that lacks..
Pulsating pain that brings the bloom,
Into my garden of sorrow I've created room..
Some days I feel invincible,
Yet most nights I dream and long for sweet death.
The inevitable evades me still,
Though from the dripping droplets of roses black, I am stronger at will.
© kxng.auteur