Death is thatbeautiful black rose that I have always tried searching for. Now I realizethat I will never find it. Never bask in its exsquisite glory. For I will never find it until I stand with my head hanging low at deaths open door.
The Flower Of Death
Death is thatbeautiful black rose that I have always tried searching for. Now I realizethat I will never find it. Never bask in its exsquisite glory. For I will never find it until I stand with my head hanging low at deaths open door.