Blood Stained Rose

She lays, covered in lace
Her cold lifeless hands
Clutch a blood stained rose

Her face is delicate
White and perfect
Like a porcelain doll

Her body is perfectly still
The mourners weep
Their tears stain the cloth upon which she lays

She lays, covered in lace
Her cold lifeless hands
Clutch a blood stained rose

The dim candles send a flickering light
Weaving across her delicate features
Making them appear alive

There is not a trace left
Not a hint
Of her own personal Hell

She lays, covered in lace
Her cold lifeless hands
Clutch a blood stained rose

Her mask is finally broken
Her feelings strong and true
Until the day that her Hell finally broke through

Her perfect features marred
Her delicate hands scarred
Her Hell final

She lays, covered in lace
Her cold lifeless hands
Clutch a blood stained rose

The body draped in lace
Perfect for her face
To bad that wasn't the case

The church is silent
Her porcelain body lays still
The mask is finally broken

She lays, covered in lace
Her cold lifeless hands
Clutch a blood stained rose

Her perfect features marred
Her heart scarred
Her Hell complete

No one knew,
How she tortured herself
And now, her Hell is done

She lays, covered in lace
Her cold lifeless hands
Clutch a blood stained rose

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