Inner FaceBlood-stained roseon a silvery floor In a frozen pose solid to the core Across the room a girl so young She saw the doom the flower had sung Scared of horror she claws the wall Touched a mirror to the floor she falls Her hands reach out to an image her own A frost-nipped shout over her body shown Reflection she sees deep inside her makes her flee her body, her figure A hand rose through the icy soil Gnarled and blue it came to spoil The rose it took (A new found treasure) Her heart it shook in frigid pleasure She craves the blood the petals dripped Fears the grave other's have sipped Something snapped her like a twig The rose said "Hither" and she did Snatched the flower from the hand She has the power to understand Raised her arms up to the air Devours the charms of icy despair Herself she eyes blood-soaked fingers She screams and cries Bitter taste lingers Cold creeps inside her ice-chilled case she kept the pride instilled in her face Frozen solid her heart beats not Died, she did Happy and distraught |
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