my heart is dark
for the place we scatter
red rose petals
at the place
where innocence
is shot down
like crimes committed
in the anger of lust
and drawn intention
for those mistakes
made
in haste
she'll never love another again
she'll never fight
or lose
or win
ever again
and it's a shame
for the sparkle
has become lost in transient eyes
that forever stare at unpronounceable skies
and she's slack for the spark has seeped away
into a meaningless day
come apart in spite of good intentions
and past reflections
she's too far gone
to long
for lost love
traveling above
another mother crying
for another sister dying
for she was tired of trying
and what she once was
is now simply lying
on a bed of concrete
and rose
for where she fell
and all is not well
in this particular corner
of Hell
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