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I walk along

these empty streets

So silent

And alone

Until the day i die

they say

I'll have no home

I try to live

Life to the fullest

No one cares

To help me stand

I'll never know

The day

When someone will

really understand

I wanted someone

To love me

To softly

Hold me close

Never wanting

Anything more

Than a home

And a black rose

For death is

Not the end

It isn't  

Forever more

It is merely

Being set free

From the pain

We have in store

They say that

Death is beautiful

But when it comes

They run and hide

When i die

I want a black rose

To show

The beauty lies inside