A dagger on my wrist,
White rose on the ground.
A silent wish that I didn't exist,
Blood stains all around.
Pain, then darkness. What next?
Rose petals, once white, now stained with red.
An old piece of paper with black text,
my lifeless body in a king-sized bed.
The dagger fell to the groud
Breaking the castle's deathly silence.
This is the moment I've waited for,
The right answer has always been violence.
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Author:
Bird In Red (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Hi, my friends. Been a while since I last posted. I wrote this poem a few days ago. It brings out the beauty and romantic atmosphere in death. The white rose petals also symbolize a soul, once white and pure, now dark and in pain. I hope you get what I mean, it's hard to explain. Thank you for reading my poems, I'm always happy to receive comments and I almost always reply
- Category: Gothic
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Comments1
i love this poem so much coz i relate to it
Hi!
Glad to hear you like my work. I'm going to post another poem like this one soon. Not so glad to hear that you can relate.
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