• I sit in my room.
    I look at my rose.
    It reminds me of myself, aging until im falling apart.
    Its bloodred petals have lost their color,
    The brilliant glow radiates no more.
    And one petal, so fragile.
    Looks like its about to fall.
    Slowly, carefully it seperates,
    Falling swiftly to the ground.
    Never to glow bloodred again.