Pretty In Red

She scribbled a bit, In Real deep.

On to the tile, little drops would seep.

With a drip and a drop,

they fell to the floor.

She wrote it out, She couldnt take anymore.

She spoke so much, no one heard her voice.

Her last speak up, she didnt have a choice.

They found her on the floor ,

more than half dead,

She mutterd the words.

your name looks pretty in red.