A Shadow of blades, the light of a heaven, A world without a rose leveling nothing more then thorns of lust, envy, and pride. A dream could be a world without an rose’s thorns and each rose bud resembles its kindness, faith, freedom, Humility, and love. This world, this dark lonely world and the those in it with minds full of dreams and happiness but those with sadness, hatred, and envy, and grieve would bring the darkness to there and our hearts. For like a black rose, The Darkness Has Bloomed to
It’s full Matter.