I smelt the rose of death and Its aroma
Was sweet decay, I took it in each breath.
Its thorns were beautifully onyx shining
Decomposition in shaded light.
Its pollen was like cyanide on my senses,
I took a last breath, oblivion greeted me.
I was silent but in my muteness it blossomed,
Feed on the remnant of flesh and flourished.
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 2:51 AM UTC
I smelt the rose of death and Its aroma
Was sweet decay, I took it in each breath.
Its thorns were beautifully onyx shining
Decomposition in shaded light.
Its pollen was like cyanide on my senses,
I took a last breath, oblivion greeted me.
I was silent but in my muteness it blossomed,
Feed on the remnant of flesh and flourished.
