Roses to Markings
Basically this is a part of my series. There are these shadows called Markings, to make a Marking, you have to get rid of the person's own state of mind. So they aren't allowed to choose anything for themselves. That part of their soul is turned into a rose. The main characters are in a maze made of roses. Now...Just think of how many lives are needed to make that.
Think of pain
When spectrum was covered
Think of the blood-ridden stain
With red it was smothered
The glossy eye in daze
Playing the victims roles
Since we were left in a maze
Surrounded by roses with souls
When you break the stem it bleeds
In the rose their soul still strives
And to create them a life it needs
Shadows are made of lives
Now they wait for the return of their sun
Only waiting
Waiting for the one
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