White Death Beauty

White rose painted red,
By the blood of the dead.
Little beauty, white as death,
Their last site, their last breath.
You can't save them, though you try,
All around you, people die.
You close your eyes as you leep,
In to the darkness of eternal sleep.

Kay: Once again, I'm not suicidal, nor am i goth. However, i do have a freind who is punk/goth. She writes poems, I read them, I get inspired, and i write this stuff.