Bleeding rose

Bleeding rose

Look at the red red rose

It's delicate peddles steadly dropping downward

Into bitter darkness

Opening up chilled hands

Decaying from the sweetness of your admiration

The thorns stabbing

The green melting

Tears dripping

Bleeding rose is soon to come

Denying all that is left within

Grasping all that has been swept away

Hands soaring

Fingers throbbing

Intense sobbing

Happiness drowned in depression

Please dry this bloody rose.