Thorns and Black roses
The thorns in my hand isn't as painful
The color isn't as darker as my world
The smell isn't so horrible as the way I feel.
I crush the black rose and decide to leave everything behind
The memories, the pain, the house that held me.
Everything.
I no longer be just a mere shadow
I will no longer follow you like a lost child
A pitiful lovesick puppy
I'm screaming at you
I hope you can hear it
The world is crumbling
A aura is forming around my body
Can you feel it? Can you taste my anger?
You try to stop me by it fails and so you lose
Finally my glorious triumph. I finally succeed, and you lost
But wretchedly, the only thing you lost Trunks
Was me
A/N: I hope you enjoyed my little poem. This is a prequel of the story I am
brain storming. Oh and yes indeed it will be yaoi. Trunks/Goten.
If you would like me to continue this story, please do indeed review this
or email me.
Thank you all very much.
~ Eric Draven ~
The thorns in my hand isn't as painful
The color isn't as darker as my world
The smell isn't so horrible as the way I feel.
I crush the black rose and decide to leave everything behind
The memories, the pain, the house that held me.
Everything.
I no longer be just a mere shadow
I will no longer follow you like a lost child
A pitiful lovesick puppy
I'm screaming at you
I hope you can hear it
The world is crumbling
A aura is forming around my body
Can you feel it? Can you taste my anger?
You try to stop me by it fails and so you lose
Finally my glorious triumph. I finally succeed, and you lost
But wretchedly, the only thing you lost Trunks
Was me
A/N: I hope you enjoyed my little poem. This is a prequel of the story I am
brain storming. Oh and yes indeed it will be yaoi. Trunks/Goten.
If you would like me to continue this story, please do indeed review this
or email me.
Thank you all very much.
~ Eric Draven ~