Black Velvet Rose: Book of Thorns

thought to be such a pretty little secret

hell to pay if anyone ever knew how you felt.

 

in the cover of pitch black

such a gory mess stains the innocent white.

 

undeniable pain and a river of blood

slowly ebbs into a motionless state.

 

what once was heaven has now turned to hell

your scar filled soul will never give you shelter.

 

only time will tell in moments that are frail

with every beat of your Tell-Tale Heart.

 

you close your eyes to look inside

all the while wondering why your flame died.

 

as the black rain falls shadows go unseen

finding yourself amongst the cracks fallen in between.

 

prayers of shame leave your unmoving lips

as you cry yourself to sleep under the eclipse.

 

that same desire follows you each and every night

with your Tell-Tale Heart living in blight.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 2012 Black Velvet Rose.