Remorse can rectify the rose
From all it's devilish deeds
fore it has thrown a knife to those
who thrive in subtlety
For us with no one to receive
the symbol we despise
a withered stem would sure portray
our intimate demise
belittled by the brittle vine
We'd join in brotherhood
to justify the humble pain
that no one understood
Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 10:18 PM UTC
Remorse can rectify the rose
From all it's devilish deeds
fore it has thrown a knife to those
who thrive in subtlety
For us with no one to receive
the symbol we despise
a withered stem would sure portray
our intimate demise
belittled by the brittle vine
We'd join in brotherhood
to justify the humble pain
that no one understood
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