Sunday, May 18, 2008
A rose ,
Surrounded by vines and thorns ,
In the darkness ,
Tied down and pierced .
It bleeds , it bleeds .
When will it stop ?
Who wil save it ?
Shall it accept the fate ,
That is taking its life away .
The moon appeared ,
Only one was left ,
The last petal ,
My Black Petal .
