The Rose Garden
By October Death
The Rose Garden is black with death and decay
Yet you still sit, plucking them
Putting your nose up to the petals,
Smelling your memories pass by
The roses cry for you
Their red tears run down your arm
You turn as he calls your name
I know you.
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Copyright 2005 October Death
Published on Wednesday, January 19, 2005.
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On Thursday, February 17, 2005, The Crimson Queen
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short and sweet...i likes!
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A former member wrote:
pretty, i liked it