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I walk among the garden

The garden of my life

I gaze at roses

Once so full of color

Know black as coal

Though one remains

In the center of the garden

The deepest black

Except for one thing

It is bleeding

Bleeding bloody tears

Tears of loss

Tears of nothingness

So different the contrast

As the bloody tear

Runs down the dark smooth petal

Then makes it way down the steam

Leaving nothing but a bloody trail

Only to be followed by another

As all of us

Seem to follow the hopeless

In individuality or not

All of us are following the same trail

Whether willingly or not

Whether disguised in rose petals

Or bloody thorns

It does not matter