Death's Own Rose

Eyes stare from ashen face
Mind and memories erase
Cares and worries of the earth
Body is awaiting rebirth
Eyes are cold, fingers are gray
Body has been lost amongst the fray
Hair as pure as shining gold
It alone will be sold
Laying solitary on the floor
Loved ones weeping outside the door
Laying forever in her narrow bed
No thoughts will ever spin again in her head
Blood, Blood, drip on my rose
Glitter, shine, hold for the pose
Softly, sweetly, drip, drip, drip
Careful, this blood was from her finger tip