I hung on so tightly for
Prized possession now extinct
As pure and white as doves
Disgusting and revolting as gore
From emotions mixed in a tin
Out a rose I saw
Evil trapped in crimson
That leaf was never green
Clouds no longer white
Darkness has risen
Fear puréed
Footsteps exceedingly light
The prick of the beau
Advanced towards the bottle
The dark hole in the rose
Colour impossible to differentiate
Like war zone, after a battle
When booked has closed
And sealed up our fate
The rose started to drape
Across our shoulders unseamed the prick
Along my arms, the other made me complete
Bloody depicts the tragedy
The threads along my eyes were unhemmed
Instantly they were bright wide
Glancing across the bloody bottle
An evil it was to me
Now I owe it my fateful soul
I finally saw the light
In the middle of the rose
Layers of crimson wrapped it whole
Tissues of justice made it roll
A savior now I see
Brutal truth I beheld
Innocent faces spat with blood
From my polluted soul
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