Bleeding tears touch the rose,
Turning black as the emotions froze.
Timeless and everlasting,
sad thoughts of pain and suffering.
These words are the ones I feel,
these words are what is real.
Screaming sounds of anguish and emotion,
cries of pain for love and devotion.
This world is not always,
a perfect and happy place.
Seeing through a violent haze,
and going through the world at slow pace.
Tears fall from eyes,
formed of dark red blood.
Falling on a once red rose,
my tears they start to flood.
With each tear drop that leaves my eye,
the rose goes darker black.
With each tear that I cry,
there is no turning back.
SB900 , Westocott 43" shoot through umbrella. Nikon CLS.