седня писать влом так что ставлу одну из своих лубимых и давно написаных! It is one of the dark poems !

White Roses Turn Red

One tear,
White roses turn red.
Another tear,
I'm almost dead.

No one can hear.
No one can see.
I'm frozen in fear,
What'll happen to me?

My veins have been cut,
My knife's dripping blood.
White roses turned red,
Lay scattered in mud.

I'm lying beside them,
I'm bleeding away.
I'm dying for love,
Is that the right way?

Where is my path lead,
To life or to death?
Last rose turns red,
As I take my last breath.