My Black Rose

My Black Rose

The fate of our love

has long since passed
the tears from my heart
create an ocean, vast

the sorrow cannot compare
than that of a heartbreak
for i have learned this lesson
and tears i can no longer make

My black rose lays perfect
on the white sheen of satin
"mea occidit dejectus"
on my tombstone in Latin

~FreeStyler~

Breaking The Habit

Breaking The Habit

Wounds scar my emotions,
When my heart yearned for you,
but truth paints an overcast 
with torn sheets of paper
as a simple contrast,
denying what I know is true.

Holding on to what I should let go,
I stand in opposition of the wind,
fighting a useless battle I can't win.
So why do I fight once again,
when I could let these wounds mend
when I could just let this all end.

So I'm breaking the habit
and closing the veins that bleed
as I close my eyes for the last time
for I am standing above the hurt,
and finally I know that all I need
is to release myself of these binds…

~FreeStyler~