Apr 2017
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
The world will drown in blood,
Because they seek chaos.
Hellebores are black,
The hell-born are here,
Blood in their wake,
The world in blinding darkness.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Hell is empty,
And sin incarnates walk amongst men.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Not all are red,
They come in black too.
Violets are blue,
The world will drown in blood,
Because they seek chaos.
Hellebores are black,
The hell-born are here,
Blood in their wake,
The world in blinding darkness.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Hell is empty,
And sin incarnates walk amongst men.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Not all are red,
They come in black too.
Why do the dark ones form so easily? And merry poems not so much?(or is it just me?) Much like the world is, so easy to fall into turmoil but true happiness? Is there such a thing?(Let's be real, do you think it's achievable?)
Lol, I'm a merry person, don't get me twisted, it's just my mind.
Lol, I'm a merry person, don't get me twisted, it's just my mind.
