Walking in from retrieving the morning paper
I saw Helen Jameson's cat scamper
Bloody to the bone I brought it in to pamper
Blood drops on white roses.

Cleaned up, it lay on the floor infront of the fire
Reading the daily news always makes me tire
So I rocked away and let my dreams transpire
Blood drops on white roses.

Out of my chair I head for the stairs
To a softer place for my mind to repair
Turning for a look they cat still lay there
Blood drops on white roses.

Slowly making my way up each step
Remembering to hold on to the rail so I dont slip
The cat ran by and let out a yip
Blood drops on white roses.

Down the stairs I tumbled fast
Slowly bleeding from the blast
Help me please, the words I spoke last
Blood drops on white roses.

Copyright ©2002 Dark Angel

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