• ...Dedicated to those who Know...


    "Inhale The Scent of Crumpled Rose"

    a doll of porcelain, childish dreams

    breaks the soul, gives way to screams

    spooned out hollows once held hope

    seeping crimson, they dare to cope

    hear thier piercing, dying cries

    like sweetened honey, muderous lies

    cling with desparate, broken claws

    too laughable these blasphemed laws

    rip the pain from withered hearts

    defiling life before it starts

    absent of breathe, the wounded rests

    a beaten sigh upon their chests

    inhale the festering stench of those

    living life as a crumpled rose

    bereft of joy and loves embrace

    lain to rest in soiled lace

    ~END~

    A/N: if you don't understand this poem, please contact me. i want no misinterpretation. it is for those who do understand the meaning of the poem and what it stands for. This is NOT a happy poem. it is merely a way for me to express to those who Know and/or understand that i am with them and send my whole heart to them tho i am not with them in terms of completely understanding. thank you.