With the rose in my,
I always love to write.
The thorns within my flesh;
Forever, stuck so tight.

My blood pours out,
Scribbling on whatever,
My hands began to tremble;
By the time, the story gets over.                              

~𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐞.
 (𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘥¿!)