Dark Secrets

It's a hallow of the wind,

The fishes with their fins.

The birds on their wings,

Flies onward and downward in low films.

My human, it's memory a tinted dark compared to a bright secret.

Will I save this in my brims,

a terrible terrifying realm.

It's unto a dream but insist a Rowling reality.

Falling on the casket of purple rose.

Indeed it was a flirting resaustibility.

Down the memories of great,

I wander in places.

Where in my stress realized no phase.

Thought that life rendered me useless.

A coward in my strength.

A lithotes for my care.

Nevertheless blinded in lust,

Thought I came to love.

Confirmed my trip was stripped.

A lifetime event where my heartbeat was lost.

Vowed wouldn't leave my eyes to lead any more.

The arrow to decide 

It's in my heart

Whether to backslide, 

It's in my part.

Forging to right choices,

It's in my lines.

Oh live thee..

Dark secret of my falling

Being a star that rose

Living in memory "The purple Rose".

Oh, how it pleases you

To fall me again

When elucidating in the Rivers of no gain.

Abused in the pains

My eyes brought with no sane.

Falling again is never a dream.

Mummy warned my steps,

But when I messed up.

Though she was disappointed yet never gave up on me.

Truest secret hidden in my palms

Though as dark as scarlet.

Though sticky like the mud.

Evergreen, never clean,

My eyes on deeds.

Condemned on that day.

Rejected by that dear.

Isolated by one's fear.

All to me was a little care.

Resurrecting my gone pride.

Aligning the lost sight.

My eye had the darkest shining secrets.

Living with no one's urge.

Standing again as no one thought.

Rising in low battles fought.

Kicking with darkest wrought.

Dear Roses..it was the purple Rose.