The Last Rose

Blooming on forgotten land
Petals donned with crimson skin
Promising us one last stand
To set ablaze the flame within

Slowly I can see it wither
Life and death becoming close
In it I can see a mirror
Blood drips from the thorn of the last rose

Desolated fields of nothing
Rotting under hopeless skies
Where I once held on to something
That now drowns my weeping eyes

Slowly I can see it wither
Life and death becoming close
In it I can see a mirror
Blood drips from the thorn of the last rose

It matters not the seed I bury
They all fall in a cold embrace
Love is a burden that we carry
An open door to our disgrace

Slowly I can see it wither
Life and death becoming close
In it I can see a mirror
Blood drips from the thorn of the last rose

Blood drips from the thorn of the last rose



Credits
Writer(s): Ariel Macdonald
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