Nuts Never Poem by Unic Cjonr

Halved by the shade, grey is the color which i carry - Grown in my tomb, my stone will be buried - Rock will fill what is left of my dust - Cursed to harm, the more in good, without Love, i am, misunderstood - The chasm to charm, creates my fate - My death by the rose, spooned too soon - I will miss dawn, i hope she will be late - Under the cover of the moon, stars will space a sparkle - By breaking my sanctuary to be roomed - Decay Will Be Displayed, Never crack the nut, with a open shell.