White Rose

The white rose bloomed | And she pierced her skin | She drew a deadly slit round her wrist | And let the blood flow | From the depths of her veins | To the petal of a rose in bloom | Each crimson droplet that falls | Flows her dreams and pain | Flows her sorrow and shame | Rich red droplets | Dripping crimson tearlets | Dyed the white rose red | Stains of life upon life | Engulfing white in the stream of her red | And the blood rose dried | And so too she died | And it will bloom for a while more | A while before | Only a little bit more