Tainted Roses

I could smell the tainted roses 
So withered and cold
Shriveled under thy decaying flesh of my waiting soul
Disillusioned hell burning bleakeningly buried under my sowed sorrowful eyes
Seeking sullen shores of a nevermore 
Bound to a bloodied sky
Steered by selfish pride that pales the threads of treacherous time
Who am I?
The blurred paint schemes villainize my ivory intent psyche
That beast hiding in that veiling aura of humble quiet 
Just before the thunder of purple hue consumes my every staggering move


About Into Oblivion

It's a midnight Kiss from Hell A sweet spell that Poetry sells to my shadowy mind I just like writing random poetry and shit
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