Her skin so pale
As she walks quietly on the floor
The moon gleaming
And peeking through the window
Just wanted to know if she was alive
As this pale child walks
A rose she sees
So beautiful
Wanting someone to smell him
She picks up the rose that you gave to her
A thorn pokes her index finger
Blood seeping down
Her pale blue eyes stare at the wound for a while
You place your hand on hers
Lifting it up towards your lips
You clean the mess form her finger
Then kissing her hand
She drops the rose and pressing her body to you
Kissing hard
With no breath
The pale girl
Wants to see
How you could love her
With her lips so red
Like a rose
