Bleeding
By VampireGirl
In the bush that burns flowers and roses that yearn. Aching thorns breaking through your skin. Angels and demons fight for the strength of your soul again. your body becomes weak, before you die. You slowly let go, and learn to fly. your eyes tear up, and the pain you cannot bare. Those that fear death, stand around and stare. Glaring in to the eyes, of the fading, gazing in to the eyes, of the ending, and meanings. Your blood gushes through out the streets of life. Such a tragic waste to see you be barred with strife. to die young and leave your soul behind. Your body crumbles, while your mind stays alive. leaving you in an empty hole of debate, and darkness of hate. Wondering where is this faith, that you believed in for so long? where is the god you've never seen before. Where is the regrets, of believing no more. And in the end your blossoms freeze to the winter breeze. Then summer rises, and questions come to mind. by the time your answers are found your well out of your mind Written February 26th, 2002 © on Feb 26 2002 01:50 PM PST, Shelly 0 • 10
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"In the bush that burns..."