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Wolf's Poetry
Black roses inside the wasteland of a funeral home
I'll paint you a picture you can call your own
Intoxicated with the dirt that runs through my veins
Shivering spine, a broken heart and maggots in my brain
Let life eat away at my body and fulfill the lust
The blood on the carpet passed away as rust
Cover it up, and burn my final goodbye
Place upon my grave a black rose lie

White roses placed on your clean window sill
Bottles on the floor empty of their intoxicating pills
Overdose and forget about me completely
Wash away all of your unclean treachery
You place a rug over the rusted stain
And fake a few tears whenever someone mentions my name
Cover up the place of my final breath
Place upon my grave a black rose death

Red roses you hold gently in your finger tips
Smiling and kissing another's blood red lips
As I lay in the ground with lies written in stone
Pale lips, rusted dirt and stitches in my bone
Everything I was burns in your fire of romance
The flames lick at my blood on your filthy hands
Cover it up, and burn my final plead
Place upon my grave a black rose greed

Black roses inside the wasteland of a funeral home
You dug me a grave I could call my own
With greed and lust coursing through your veins
A blood red deed done without shame
Let life eat away at my body and fulfill the lust
The blood on the carpet passed away as rust
Cover it up, and move on with your life further
Place upon my grave a black rose murder





 
 
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