Bleeding Rose
Scatters of petals with a metallic scent
Warped into the fresh dried vermilion of raze
Distressing thorns pierced a menacing dent
The disturbance of a worm was brought to erase
The very so loathsome fate that she despise
Lured in pounding agony and heart attacks
Reality or nightmares, her pumping veins lie
Dreaming or craving, her throbbing heart cracks
Dripping blood and leaking tears
Her bias bloom has yet to be sought
Never has she found a rose so bitterly endear
Not a return of attentiveness was ever brought
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