I look at the beauty
In front of my face,
Her cheeks stained
With tears of blood.
I had stabbed her in
The heart in the worst
Of ways, traded her
Soul for a little less pain.
Her corpse was laid in a
Barren waste land and
The roses on the floor
We're stained with the
Blood that leaked on my
Cheeks as I dropped to
The floor.
The pain came back as
Fast as before consuming
My body once more.
I looked at the floor once
Again wishing I had taken
Her pain instead of my own,
Wishing the pain would still
End even though I know
What had happened before.
The pain is too much so I shrivel
Up in pain and die a lonely
Death blood draining on the
Roses.
