I shed a tear I fOrchids she clasped in her hand as she lay there dieing
ound myself crying
I stood and I stared in a hypnotic trance as the crimson blood dripped down her neck
Her once perfect pale skin no longer perfect
Radiant beauty on this dark night shed
She lay in the orchids as she slowly bled
Slain in her sleep as she blissfully slept
Angels around her, they stood and they wept
I sit and I bathe in my tower of hatred and guilt
Her blood turns to rust she’s tainted with silt
I come to my senses realise what I have done
I try to revive her but she’s already gone
I claw at her frantically, rip her to shreds
Alas I have killed her, she’s gone, she’s dead.

This poem is by a friend of mine, we did not get a long so much at the end, due tome being a wanker to her, sorry colleen, thanks for the poem