You Don't Seem To Care...
I left a rose on the floor,
Left the blood on the door,
But I guess you didn't notice.
There was a note I left for you,
A note now stained for you,
But it seems that you don't care...
You walked past my corpse,
As it lay in front of the door,
Where I ended my dreadful life.
My eyes wide open and stareing.
The knife still held in my hand,
As my blood slowly finishes flowing.
You left me to die,
You left me to bleed,
You didn't even bother to read,
That note I left.
The note that told everything.
The note with my true feelings.
You left my body on the floor,
As the bugs began to fly.
All I wish for you now,
Is to crawl away and die.
You walk slowly out with your belongings,
Matches in your hand.
My spirit saw that fluid,
That followed you out the door.
It saw the lighted match thrown at the door.
It heard that dreadful explosion,
As our house burnt away.
I guess thats how you want me.
Dead and burnt away.
 ~The~Blackest~Rose~ · Tue Apr 25, 2006 @ 12:23am · 3 Comments |
