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Day 68: Black Tears

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.

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Taken on April 16, 2010