There you stand all around the roses,
There are all kinds of them,
Blue, white, pink, and purple.
But there is one missing,
The Red Rose.
You look all around to find it,
But there is no hope,
Until you go off your path,
To find an opening,
There in the middle of the opening,
Is the Red Rose.
You notice a familiar smell,
You try to find out what it is,
It hits you BLOOD,
"Is there someone...dead?"
You walk up to the Red Rose,
The stench of blood get heaver,
The closer you get to the Red Rose,
There you see water that is RED,
You touch the red water,
To find that it is blood.
You try to wipe the blood off as fast as possible,
To find that it won't come off,
You start to get scared,
So you start to run.
When you did start to run you step on something,
It felt like you stepped on an animal,
You thought to your self,
"What did I just step on?"
You look down,
With a scream you drop down,
To find that it is a body,
You look closer,
To find it is you.
