I imagine my death scene
And what they will find
I imagine my body
With the blood that had dried.

I picture my hair
Hiding my face
i picture me laying
In some dark place

I picture the knife
Drenched in my blood
I picture him holding it
The one i had loved.

I picture my neck
Severed almost in two
I picture my open eyes
Like glazed over jewels

I picture my clothes
Washed in my blood
I picture my screams
The last song I had sung

I picture my heart
Beating no more
I picture him laughing
At my pine prison

I picture him freely
Walking away
I picture the one thing he left...
A rose on my grave
 
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