and I see two rose, equally beautiful,
but I take one in cautioned hand
and stomp upon the other
leaving stain of red on a pale foot
and cutting vein with spiny thorn

It is raining when i see it
the man and the two rose
such a pale man
such red blood

It is raining when i see him
the man, who is clothed
holding a blade,
so pure,
that it would be waste if not i -
if not i brought it to feel my chest,
my heart-
it bleeds