The Rose

secretly falling apart,
unseen by people  who promise that they care.
something feels dead inside
and theres no feeling in my limbs

"bloods pouring thick and fast,
my soul drenched in pain.
those rose petals on my pale skin
trickling down like the rain."

songs that once consoled me
their words now have no meaning.
and things that once made sense
i now find confusing.


"bloods pouring thick and fast,
my soul drenched in pain.
those rose petals on my pale skin
trickling down like the rain."

six feet under,
in death as i have lived.
A lone rose, like the one on my grave
Pure and fragile against cold stone.


"bloods pouring thick and fast,
my soul drenched in pain.
those rose petals on my pale skin
trickling down like the rain."