Crumbled At My Feet
Now I stand on unholy ground,
black roses crumbled at my feet,
in the darkness of this hour,
I will scream in horror,
as the dead I see coming in my dreams.
A blank look with no sorrow,
hidden on their faces,
as blood runs down their cheeks.
The white in their eyes seeming to float,
above the dark bark in the gloom,
as they crumble black roses at their feet.
Watching with a sinister fascination,
as they floundered moving up the center aisle,
as if they plowed though white snow,
crumbling black roses as they go.
Only a dark void is all that's left,
for me to see....
By starstruck13
© 2009 starstruck13
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