Lamentations Of A Dying Rose/by:Haunted Lunacy

She weeps among the 

dying roses,

for she too is wilted 

just like them.

One by one the petals 

 fall,

just like she once did 

for him.

The thorns they prick her,

And she does bleed.

She gasps, for the pain, 

reminds

her of he. 

Wailing and screaming

with curses on her breath.

The sorrow inside her is far

worse than death.

Looking  to the sky

she laments at the moon, 

and prays for the heavens to

heal up this wound.

Rising to her feet, 

she walks away.

She wants to die, 

but not this day.