Beauty in the simple.
The flow of a falling vine.
The perfection of a rose.
Enough to brighten a day.
Fill you with its scent.
Entice you with its hue.
Fill you with serenity.
Beauty in the simple.
The flow of a falling vine.
The perfection of a rose.
Enough to brighten a day.
Fill you with its scent.
Entice you with its hue.
Fill you with serenity.
Red flows freely.
From the ocean.
Through the town.
Into windows.
Up the stairs.
Into your beds.
It sucks dry.
The innocent.
The sleeping.
It takes all.
For its own.
For its army.
An army from hell.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
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What could make roses turn black?
What evil could take away their
beautiful color?
A dark heart could turn anything it touches
to black.
Like roses that are beautiful on the outside,
but have thorns that can tear the flesh,
so can people appear honest and friendly,
but at the same time,
can be planning your early demise.
Roses have sharp thorns.