• One last rose in the dead bouquet,
    Lying in the hands on the single day,
    The world will end,
    Nothing to ever be seen again,
    The rose will live alone, forever.

    People bleeding endlessly,
    Screams echo continually,
    Death on end,
    Never put trust in them,
    Little rose, alone forever.

    Rain drops fall from the sky,
    Drowning out the deafening cries,
    Never to be heard again,
    Tears of blood signaling the end,
    And covering the rose, so sad forever.

    Drenched, un-kept hair covering the faces,
    Of the long-time dead,
    The horrible end,
    The last puff of breath,
    The last rose, it was true, it will not perish with them…