Red is for rose...
On your coffin door...
Life must be different...
When your bleeding on the floor...
Screaming in pain and yelling with gore...
You'll scream for a while, and scream some more...
You'll scream till you'll die...
Untill you can live no more...
When your gone and in the afterlife you will remember...
You'll remeber your death...
That late, cold, night of december...
When I broke your heart and slashed it too...
I did it to myself...
And I'm sitting beside you.
Well there you go, my first dark poem.
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sticekth's journal of hopelessness
this journal is for everyday I sit here watching my life drift by...
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Death... must be easy,
because life is hard...