• Rose, oh bloody rose; you’re the life I grasp.
    But why must you every time make me cry?
    Every time your petals break from their clasp,
    I feel like my soul is about to die.
    Drawing my eyes down upon my locked hand,
    I find it smothered with rich, flowing blood.
    My pains, your thorns have torn through my white band,
    My knees shake and I fall among the mud;
    The pain, the pain, the throbbing, chronic pain!
    The undeniable ache in my heart,
    That I’ve lost something that helped me stay sane,
    As my rose was shot down by a lone dart.
    At that point, I fell on the floor and died,
    You are my lifeline: forever entwined.