Roses are bleeding.
There they lie wilting on the floor.
The red stains left,
Are the memories she didn’t intend for.
Within this chamber,
Agony fills her empty soul.
His hands . . .
They stole everything that had her hopeful.
While she shivers against the damp,
She feels the blood clasping her skin .
Victimizing pain begins to take over,
As her body loses all within.
Roses are bleeding.
While the red blood descends,
The petals will fade. . .
And her life ends.
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