The roses, crimson

    The flesh, a violet's hue

    The heart shattered, the dagger pushing through

    I bleed out, my last breath, all due to you

    A coffin's silk, six feet below

A murderer unknown, except by the mind of your own

I lay restless, my soul beneath their soles

Now, in the darkness, I impatiently wait for a light

A light of any sort, whether it's from above or down low

In death I wait for you, so upon you eternal suffering shall be forever endowed

Howdy! Wicke here, and here's a poem of mine. This poem isn't exactly supposed to rhyme perfectly due to the style I wrote it in, just thought I'd put that out there. This poem tells a small story about a murder victim swearing vengeance on their killer, who didn't get caught and was supposed to be someone close who had betrayed them. It was also sort of inspired with the classic poetic lines, "Roses are red, Violets are blue..." except with my own tragic little twist. I hope you all enjoyed it! I have a few more I may post later on.

Sayonara people of the Wattpad Universe!
~Wicke