DarkDracowulf

One by one,  The petals fall. Slowly, it melts. On the cold ground it rests.  Abandoned...   Like tears    Crying and dying;     Withering away. Once full of life and beauty   Now wilted;   Crumbling...   A deep dark red  Like flowing blood    Soundlessly, it cries.     Ignored, it lies.    The time was short.     Blissful agony...      It takes long to bloom       But moments to die.        One cut to the stem         Is all it takes.       Hours of suffering awaits;         Enduring...     Until it finally fades away.   So lovely, yet fragile.  So twisted, but alluring.       The Ros

And so the lost one has found its way back unto its path. Which way will you go?  I'll lead you astray… No, no, not that way.      Twisting and turning, Bending but not b  r  o  k  e  n.        Winding paths, And words unspoken. Stumble and fall,    Pick yourself up, I'll knock you down and spin you around. Can you get up?   Can you escape?   Which path is the right way? Left         or      right?     Forward   or       behind?        It's all the same,   But not what you think. It's all different,         But there's no change. Are you enjoying this game?       Find your way out, And yo

                 A picture's worth a thousand words, A thousand words paint a picture.                          With both letters and strokes,        A world is created.               Filled with color.                      Filled with ink.                                The artist, so talented.                                The author, so brilliant.        An art piece and a story,                  Both, messages to be heard by the world.            But a mute message serves no purpose;                     Created by one heart devoid. Everyone sees color where there is is only a blank page.       Both burn