Tainted Rose

A crucifix dangles from her neck;

A label of love, her request for respect.

The façade has slowly shattered.

But her life, it never mattered.

In the ground where she lay

Above which the illusions pray

Forever more and forever without

Friends to care about.

The sun has set on her withering valley.

It never matters in the end.

It is to her memory,

This tainted rose I send.