Blood
Falls
And Stains
A White rose petals
The thorns
They sting
Yet
The rose is still pretty
Stained red
Still gorgeous
The hand creeps up my chest
Grabs my neck
And squeezes
My Stomach in knots
A lump in my throat
Tears in my eyes
My face getting paler
The darkness consumes
It leaks out of my eyes
My nose
My mouth
My Ears
I am nothing
I am the darkness
So delicate
Is the rose
Featherly touches
Must not damage
Prick my fingers
With its thorns
Stain the petals red
Dunk the stem in water
The water turns pink
Too late
The rose is dead
Plucked and cut
Wilting and suffering
Slowly turning brown
The petals fall
One by one
Till nothing is left
But the crumbles of one's walls
The thorns
They stay
Forever pricking
Sharp edges
Bruised mind
Thrown away
When the beauty is gone
Life
Leaves
For another
Rose
To
Kill
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My Thoughts On Paper
PoetryHighest Ranking: #1 in Poetry! #1 in Poem! "My Thoughts On Paper" is an ongoing Poem Novel with poems made between the years 2014-2019. Some topics in this Novel are real-life actions and thoughts, while some are made up. This can include abuse, su...
