๐ฏ๐ฝ๐ โฌ๐๐ถ๐ธ๐ โ๐๐๐๐
Amidst the shadowed garden, where black roses unfurl their obsidian petals, I find solace under the spectral gaze of the moon. Its pale countenance, a mirror to the depths of my tortured soul, reflects the melancholy that has taken root within me. Each night, I wander this haunted realm, a creature of both darkness and longing, with the abyss of my mind as my only companion.
The black roses, their petals as dark as the secrets that bind me, whisper tales of forgotten dreams and shattered hopes. Each thorn upon their stem, a reminder of the pain that courses through the labyrinth of my thoughts, drawing forth the sanguine drops of my inner torment. As I reach out to caress their midnight blossoms, I am reminded of the fragility of my own existence, like the delicate beauty of a rose in the moonlight.
Beneath the silvery crescent, my steps echo through the night, a haunting melody that only the stars bear witness to. I am a vampire of my own desires, feeding upon the shadows of my past, yearning for the crimson nectar of redemption. The moon, the eternal keeper of my secrets, watches over me, casting its soft, ghostly light upon the black roses, as if seeking to reveal the concealed depths of my fractured psyche.
In the depths of the night, I ponder my existence, wondering if I am but a specter, a phantom of my former self. The darkness wraps around me like a lover's embrace, concealing my sorrows and desires, while the black roses stand as sentinels, guarding the gateway to my tortured mind.
ยฉ Dสsสแดษดแดแด/Oแด แดแดแดแด โโโโ
