Alas, there was no floor
The soil has come to swallow me
As death comes knocking on the oaken door
Have you truly loved me?

A bud forced to bloom
Rough hands pulled petals apart, so soon
The prettiest rose, indeed
Yet never knew flowers could bleed.

Holding the flower in one hand
The prettiest rose in the land
One, two, three petals fall
Forced to endure it all.

A rose among a garden of thorns
The prettiest gem in the hall of horns
Plucked from the stem
Yet meets its end.

I brought you out of your shell
But the price was that you fell
I could only watch as you sink
Withering away in a blink.

Was I wrong to have picked you?
But I loved you
But never enough to keep you safe
Never enough to make you stay.