Rose Dripping Red :by F.S.A.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
A mini horror story i made as a poem

Submitted: December 04, 2013

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Rose Dripping Red

 

 

As the last pedal falls,

the world around him fades.

The people around him are yelling and crying,

He just smiles, says goodbye and removes the blades.

 

He knows he is dead, but he doesn’t see other things.

There is no white light or passed faces,

only dark and nothingness.

There is no sound, only empty spaces.

 

He wants to see his killer,

and do to him what he had done.

He laughed when the boy tried to defend himself,

he was stabbed when he tried to flee.

 

The boy was found an hour later.

He wished he could have lived instead.

People will miss him he hopes,

but he wont know cause he’s dead.

 

Everyday people pass by that place,

they feel no worry or dread.

No one notices the sign of what happened that day,

the rose dripping red.

 

By: F.S.A.


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