Images in the dark keep my minds eye at bay
Haunting faces of blackness look as if to say
Lonely and silent your life pattern calls us
Pitifull glances at a voided doomed life
Roses of black with thorns of fire
Nothingness, sorrowfull black bird on wire
Life is drained no merciful cries
No one to save her, for her world has no skies
Seemingly empty, hauntingly stillĀ
If life could not change her no man ever will......
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