Roses

The soft sound of cries left my lips

Dry and the healthy color of roses gone

Eyes that lost the shine of living

Empty

There was no emotion

No sadness and no anger

Neither was there happiness

Empty

Just like how I was surrounded by nothingness

White or black

There was no definition of color nor life

Only the disgusting and strong scent

That smell of roses

It should be sweet and it should be lovely

But it only made me cry more

Those teardrops rolling down

Crystallizing into gems that fell into the deep space

That lonely space

Filled with that something that reminds me of you

The only thing that surrounds me, suffocates me because of you

Roses.