White Rose

White Rose

I am a White Rose
I Stand Alone.
So Beautiful.
So Innocent.
The world sees only my façade, not the emptiness inside.

In reality I am
Tainted.
Deceptive.
My insides Stained with the Blood of
Broken Dreams.

I am
Angry
Wanting what no one can give me.
Needing Love but
Recieving none.

My Lover has
Overcome the power I had over him.
I no longer stand with him in
Love
But must now Murder him in Cold-Blooded Anguish.

I stand in the white Moonlight.
Silently waiting in the Dark Shadows.
His body crouched in Pain below me
The sharp blade of Fear gripped in my Bloody palms.
I smile sweetly.
My true nature revealed.
For I was a White Rose
But I am now Stained in Crimson Blood.
My name forever etched in
Darkness.