Blood dripping from a rose,
Is like seeing an angel cry,
It doesn't make sense,
It's heart has bled dry.
Crimson seeps from the pearl petals,
So beautiful yet so deadly,
It's worse than the sharpest nettles,
Though it is not harmful.
The scarring vision of a bleeding rose,
Is one you won't forget,
When in the early morning you rose,
You'll remember how it died.
Such a thing so pure, so elegant
Should never have bled,
Blood dyed the petals,
Now the whole thing is red.
The bleeding rose,
It was so beautiful yet died,
The beauty inside it,
Was too much to hide,
So the bleeding rose bled,
So much it could bleed no more,
The bleeding rose died,
Now the bleeding rose is no more.
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