I have been told that my poems are very nice. All of this belongs to me, If I find out that someone stole it, I will main chu.
Bleeding Rose.
I watch it, the rose,
bleeding black drops,
showing me, I lost it all.
I watched everything die,
only to hit me in the face,
My world is crashing, fate dieing
In those black drops,
Will I survive my fate?
(Unnamed)
That glow, What is it?
A animal?, Or a ghost?
I look harder,
and see it, the light.
It shines brightly
showing me my future, present, and past
blinking so fast,
I only catch these words,
"Why me"
