A Bed Of Red Roses

She lays down
On her bed
With roses surrounding her

She picks one up
The last one
That he gave her

And holds it
Against her heart
And a tear

Rolls down her face
And hits the red rose
She presses it against her

And lets the thorns
Dig into her
She lets her blood

Flow out
Without caring
She smelled

The sweet rose
And she let it fall
It hit the ground

Without a sound
And her blood
Trickles slowly

Down her arms
Forming around her
A puddle of blood