A dozen roses red held close to her heart,
A dozen roses red-
Alas, all are dead,
And the bright, shining stars in her eyes
Will never again rise.
Her laugh full of mirth
Died with the birth
of sorrow.
What to do with no hope of tomorrow?
She's lost love's song.
The strength for rage is all gone.
Her anger and hate just fester inside.
How much longer will her pent-up rage bide
The hate and crime
All around her? Soon a time
To let it out arrives,
And it will forever change the lives
Of those who thought her a friend.
They didn't realize so soon it'd be the end
Of a life they once knew.
This was it; she was through-
This problematic girl
Fed up with the world.
A maniacal laugh remains,
And it pains
Those who see no spirit in her eyes
And know of the demise.
A dozen roses red held close to her heart,
A dozen roses red-
Her only tribute now dead.
Come now, my dear, sweet Pain.
Pinprick of a rose
Dagger driven through my heart
See how my blood flows
Come now, welcome, Agony.
Searing through my flesh
Swimming in the crimson blood
As if a new born fish
Come now, radiant Death.
Bring me taste of suffering
Set me free from this cruel world
Final cause for rejoicing