In the desert sand was I
Days and Days
Ages and ages
Searching for an oasis
Two paths lay ahead
One, on oasis
One, a blooming rose
Pondering a question so easy, but why?
Puzzled I found myself
Attracted like a bee towards the sweet smelling rose
Leaving the oasis
Far behind
I reached out!
It was red, like crimson
This small, delicate flower
Could stain the world in blood
Griping the stem
My hands throbbing
Thorns pierced
Through my skin
I looked back at the path
I could no longer see the oasis
My hands slipped
Blood dripping
Down
Down
Down
Down, was I.
Days and Days
Ages and ages
Searching for an oasis
Two paths lay ahead
One, on oasis
One, a blooming rose
Pondering a question so easy, but why?
Puzzled I found myself
Attracted like a bee towards the sweet smelling rose
Leaving the oasis
Far behind
I reached out!
It was red, like crimson
This small, delicate flower
Could stain the world in blood
Griping the stem
My hands throbbing
Thorns pierced
Through my skin
I looked back at the path
I could no longer see the oasis
My hands slipped
Blood dripping
Down
Down
Down
Down, was I.

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