LillyMasacre

When the Last Rose Petal Falls… Death blooms with each rose, As beauty comes, then dies away, It falls to the benumbing ground, Into an abyss filled with formidable sounds Blowing softly, the wind calls my name Rose petals fall and storms erupt and flood into my brain… When the last petal clings, wilted to the thorned stem… Will I regret the paths that I have treaded? Will I forget the things I once dreaded? Will I forgive my own mistakes, or curse my name in loathing vain? Will I have remorse for not ever hugging my mother? Will I have a sudden pang for only silently forgiving my brother? Will I have afflictions