Roses are red, voilets are blue <br />blood is red, when I bleed my body turns blue. <br /> <br />When I cut and slice my skin, <br />magically, a red flow will begin. <br /> <br />Upon my face there lies a smile, <br />I look so sweet, I look so vile. <br /> <br />The room starts to spin, <br />and the dark starts to win. <br /> <br />There will be no waking for me as I lay on the floor, <br />the one who finds me will be overwhelmed with gore. <br /> <br />Finally, everybody knows and <br />on my casket lies a large black rose. <br /> <br />Horrified by this terrible deed, <br />somebody realizes what it is that I did need. <br /> <br />Too bad, it was not figured out before, but its too late. <br />You can't save me anymore.<br /><br />Amber Zitzloff<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/roses-are-red-14/
