the dark crimson roses
are creeping up the crescent
shaped wall of this glass house
that i lived in for so many
years now,
as the shattering moments
of the dark crimson rose
became my unseen destiny
for me to be apart of forever
and ever.
but my heart is now and forever
huanted by the sounds of the duanting
melody of music playing in the church-
yard below me.
as i became so trapped
inside the dark crimson
rose of life-ever-lasting
the innocent disturbances
became so surreal to me,
oh, please don't let me
start to day-dream about
the ever-lasting crimson rose
of eternal life that has now
broken the dawn of the twilight
of the night-sky so, so, so, bright,
now i'm at the mercy of this
dark crimson rose like a damsel
waiting for her long-lost love to
set her free from this cruel curse
that will forever tie her down forever.
please don't let this dark
crimson rose cross into the
twilight again, please will
you save me from the sin that
is taking over me now.
erie morgan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dark-crimson-rose/
