The blood of a rose
Slowly trickles down your hand
As you slide your finger along it
The stem of the single rose he sent
Like he has many times before

You prick your finger on its thorn
More blood is released
Brought to the surface for you
Scarlet tears fall from the delicate pedals
Screaming out to you in agony
You yet to help them
For you never loved him
He had more to offer than anyone
But you were never faithful

He didn’t care
As long as he had you
His bleeding rose

The wound on your finger expands
Gradually growing in depth and in size
He tried his best to keep you happy
Yet you somehow wanted more

The pain you’re feeling now
Was endured once by him
But instead of letting the hole you dug into his heart grow
His strength regained his life
So he mended his heart
Revived his soul
Sent you one last rose
For gratitude
To return the pain, yet in a different form
This time around

This form of pain is much more deadly
And you do not possess the strength he holds
The wound reaches your wrist as you cry out his name
It tears out your dripping veins
And rips them to shreds
But he’s not there to save you
This time

Getting weaker, you withdrawal your pride
The crimson tears your body bleeds
Beg for mercy
You don’t know it, but he’s smiling
Smiling inside
He’s glad you’re finally feeling his once endured pain
Because he thinks now you truly know
How it feels to be touched
With the blood of a rose