A Rose In The Ash

The most preconceived cruelty,

in the most selfless of ways,

hell breaking in, 

burying the last the lay,

a rose in the ash,

losing its final breath,

time ticking like the trigger of a gun, 

pinning regret,

against shattered lives,

perfectly flawed, 

laced so dirty,

no clairty under the claw,

gasping for one last breath,

a rose in the ash,

tore in the whisper of death.