As the death senses tingle,
The red rose of life withers.
It's beauty strikes as stars,
spread across the vast horizons.
As tears of horror, beauty, and elegance all unite
into one protecting shield that blocks the sins away from our fragile eyes so that we can be ignorant for eternity.
When the black hole suffocates us all into a dark, withering,tenescious lie that is of our earth, the place that we stand our ground.
We will remain breathless and lifeless..
as we have ALWAYS been!
(im in a depressing mood, my poetry is nothing but words and pain mixed together.)