| Roses of raven black Lay amongst a graveyard Of shattered mirrors. My distorted reflection Stared back at me angrily Form the wreckage. Bloody tears crept down My milky white cheeks And dripped into the rubble Of my emotional outburst. This is the last time. My eyes will never again Shed tears for you. You are the only one Who truly knows my heart, And to use it against me this way Sends shivers down my spine. I loved you, But you left me anyway. You left me for The “perfect” girl who Everyone else knew was fake. Yet, On my birthday, You still managed to send me The blackest roses That you could find. You know they are my favorite. Why would you do this? Why would you Toy with the emotions Of the girl who would willingly Bleed for you? Never mind. It does not matter. I will never again Long for your embrace Or the tenderness Of your sweet lips. Tonight, I long only for The delicate kiss of the razor As it dances across my wrist And the darkness That is to follow. Good-bye my love, You will never again Haunt me in my dreams. |