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Now the embers are slowly diving deeper into my soul.
Now the barbs have wrapped around my heart.
Who would have known you could drive a man to die in a fight.
Is it true the rose leaves a scar much deeper than a thorn?
I have lost my oars and have thrown away my coins,
But still the river Styx calls for me on wanting shores.
Even though a father lies in ice,
A brother is always there to entice.
The raven she cries as she flies through the rain.
Not a drop of water is on her wings.
But still the darkness shines.
The future is but shadows moving slowly towards a grave.
Alas loneliness always looks depressing and wears many disguises.
But the one she wears best is the BLACK ROSE
Now the barbs have wrapped around my heart.
Who would have known you could drive a man to die in a fight.
Is it true the rose leaves a scar much deeper than a thorn?
I have lost my oars and have thrown away my coins,
But still the river Styx calls for me on wanting shores.
Even though a father lies in ice,
A brother is always there to entice.
The raven she cries as she flies through the rain.
Not a drop of water is on her wings.
But still the darkness shines.
The future is but shadows moving slowly towards a grave.
Alas loneliness always looks depressing and wears many disguises.
But the one she wears best is the BLACK ROSE
Just a poem I wrote
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Are you still in a band? This screams for a song to be played with it.