roses will weigh with
dew drops of the morning mist
as the sun rises it evaporates away
and the roses will flourish
gleaming their red in a display of guilt
red memories will fill the air
and the bitter sweet scent
will not be able to be forgotten
it lingers in the unseen
light of tomorrow
as the red gleams and spreads
the guilt is passed on
bringing regretful memories
dew drops appear in the eyes
of the catatonic guilt
the light of the sun departs
a haze of fog spreads
faster then an infection
the roses can't be hidden
their red even in the dim
light of the cascading clouds
still gleams with guilt
dew drops quickly turn to rain
and fall with grieving pressure
the roses cringe away to sleep
the guilt still lingers in the shadows
it can't be washed away
it only begins to strive and gleam
with out color in an unlit storm
the sweet memories bring
guilt to life to gleam red again
it burrows deep down infecting
upon everything red lays
the roses of tomorrow
will flourish and bring
red guilt to realization
(Inspired by Dir en grey, I was listening to their song Kodou)
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