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Sliting Inches

My life begins to fade

Everything i ever knew thrown away

and i feel so helpless and alone

no way i can stop my world from caving in

theres only one release from the pain

sliting inches from my wrist

making the pain of living go away

i look into your eyes and try not to cry

was everything you said only pretend?

i dont think i can take it

ive tried for so long only to fall flat on my face

im sinking slowly

Running the blade across my wrist

Making the pain of living go away

no one can save me now

The Black Rose
 
The summer wind whips her hair through her eyes
They carry the body, the death a suprise
Her tears fall into the dew covered grass
How much longer will her heart last?
Another death at the mansion,the place she calls home
The roses,their curse wont leave her alone
She dosent understand,She dosent know
She's once more at the mercy of the Black Rose
 
The summer wind dies as autum comes on
And she gives birth to a new born son
A shower is thrown, to give her heart lift
But the Black Rose promises death as a gift
She mourns once more for a life that is lost
In agony of her sins,her pain is the cost
She dosent understand,She dosent know
Shes once more at the mercy of the Black Rose
 
The trees are all bare as Winter storms through
Her husband is soon laid in his coffin too
Shes all alone now,no one who cares
She starts to think this is more than she can bare
She dosent understand,She dosent know
Shes once more at the mercy of the Black Rose
 
Winter fades as spring leaves appear,
And she starts to think that happiness is here
But the Rose has  a diffrent plan
As she lives in tourment that will not end
The years go by,slowly,in pain
She sadly believes her faith all in vain
The Black Rose is finally satisfied
And she too eternally closes her eyes
She never understood,She never did know
She was at the mercy of the Black Rose

Hey sorry all my poetry sucks, but hey im not perfect,its the best i can do.

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