n3gativityinblack

      Intro: The elegant Blood Flower still blooms with such enchanting beauty. The memories that lay upon each petal; the tears from the heavens in each rain drop caught; and ode to the fallen as the thunder roars. The elegant Blood Flower. How it holds so much truth and yet can't speak. Keeping the meaning of life such a mystery to man. The only one in this world that knows the events that had occurred on that fateful day - a flower. A piece of mother nature. The only thing that lingers. We each took our piece of the journey to our graves. Maybe we should have spoken together one more time before we each took our seperate paths. But we sh

Rotten Corpses. Breath of death. Trapped in boxes. Heart pounds in chest. Buried alive. The killer smirks. Now piling on the last of dirt. Your screams now muffled. Your dreams are dead. Time to read your little head.

This wretched path that I must walk. A path of sticks and stones. Barefoot. Cuts and blood muck up the puddles. Rose petals fall as love dies. I'm trying to swim, yet I sink. Down to the bottom again. Jammed between the rocks. I can't get loose.