Crushed petals fall
To the ground
The whispers of the trees
Is the only sound
I hear
My time is near
As I shiver and shake
I don't know how much more
I can take
I look at these pitiful hands
Stained red with blood
The tears come down
In a flood
Crushed petals lie still
Upon this cold damp earth
As I slowly fall to the ground
My hands stained red with blood
And crushed petals
Sifting through my stained red fingers.
