So I brought a rose for myself today

I was holding a rose and the thorn got stuck in my hand

And as I handed the cashier my bloody dollar bills,

I smiled and tried to make the best of my pain

He paused and touched the cut

                        He touched the cut

                        He felt the blood

                        He knew my pain

So I looked into the unidentified shadows of his eyes

And questioned his intentions there

The color of my life disappeared against the black of his nails

The color of my life disappeared against the red of the petals

I think he noticed that I forgot to breathe

                        Forgot to think

                        Thought the usual

So I wiped the blood onto my jeans

And as I walked through the doors

I still held the rose in my hand.

© Fatally Damned