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Love.Is.Lost.


A fallen rose lies

On the cold stone floor,

A woman weeps,

Behind a locked door.

A tiny window,

Lets in no light.

In the shadows,

Out of sight,

Lurk the demons,

Of the past

Flying on wings,

Of broken glass.

The rose's petals,

A deep rich red,

Turn to black.

True love is dead.

The woman begs,

For another chance.

One more kiss,

One last dance.

A single star shines,

In the evening sky.

It illuminates,

A life-long lie.

Her love is gone,

She'll cry no more.

She stands and walks,

To the locked door.

She slowly reaches

And turns the key

Where am I?

Where is he?

Her mind screams,

As she silently stands.

Blood on the walls,

Blood on her hands,

Blood on her dress,

Blood on her face,

Blood in her mouth,

Its all she can taste.

She opens the door,

And barefoot walks through.

She walks through the doorway,

And then she sees you.

She asks you a question,

And what do you say?

You tell her to leave,

To just runaway.

Her love is gone,

So whats keeping her here?

And down her face,

Slides a crystalline tear.

Love may be gone,

She states with a sigh.

But I can hear the sweet sound,

Of death's lullaby.

My end is near,

She says with her eyes.

I will mourn no more,

She says as she dies.