Roses are violent,
And violets despair,
Blood will drip
And wounds ooze with lack of care,

Bleeding till dry, till empty and hollow,
Bleeding and so pain will follow,

Lovers won’t fix
And cannot restitch,
Wounds gone wrong,
And scars come undone,

Tears of red,
And salted dread,
Cries of fears,
As the lost void nears,

Tired and cold,
Blood dry and old,
Thorns cut me deep,
And tears bleed blue,
In all this hurt my mind comes true,

Bloodied and ruined,
Unwound and intoed,
Roses are violent,
And violets despair,
From thorns blood will drip,
And ooze with lack of care.