A Corpse's Tears

A rose stands empty

All alone

Petals fading

Cold as stone

Pick it up

Just to bleed

Thorns so sharp

It's what you need

Fill the color

Paint it red

Forget the pain

Of what's been said

Watch the world

Break away

Sew those lips

No more to say

Shaking hands

Feel like ice

Thorns will rip

And thorns will slice

Lay back down

To cry again

As tears soak

Your dying skin