Bleeding Rose

Scatters of petals with a metallic scent Warped into the fresh dried vermilion of raze Distressing thorns pierced a menacing dent The disturbance of a worm was brought to erase The very so loathsome fate that she despise Lured in pounding agony and heart attacks Reality or nightmares, her pumping veins lie Dreaming or craving, her throbbing heart cracks Dripping blood and leaking tears Her bias bloom has yet to be sought Never has she found a rose so bitterly endear Not a return of attentiveness was ever brought