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"...My love is one sided. 'Tis only returned by a flower. A flower whose life will wilt away as quickly as my heart. The heart of a one who felt nothing from the one it felt for, the heart of an empty soul. It will wilt and die jus as the rose. It is an inevitable feat which will take place at an accelerated pace...

... The rose wilts as I watch with my loss. I still do not feel the love the flower entails, I watch as the flower dies and as it does so does my heart. Though now empty and black like the dying raised it still can't feel the love it did, as the rose was just a seed. I try to keep it alive but it keeps wilting... wilting...

... The rose dies and so does my heart. I exhale and the dust of my heart exits my body. My head drops to the table and the first pedal of the rose hits the table as well. My eyes open the iris black, the pupil vermilion. A red tear of blood runs down my face for my lost love, can I love again?

... The second pedal lands... I inhale... the breath of the unlife? I sit up skin pale eyes dark. The teardrops onto the pedal, it revives for a brief moment and dies again.... I get to my feet feeling the emptiness where my heart once was... almost the same as the emptiness in my heart without my love...
... The third pedal falls, my eyes become trance-like... I look around the room, hands, feet, brain, aching with bloodlust... I reach for a sword hanging on a wall and leave my most humble of abodes for the outside world... what could I be doing I think to myself, why cant I control my actions...

... I leave the building and do now on the streets, not know it but another pedal falls... and so does the life force within me... I walk out into the street and a wailing sound rings in my head... tis the honking of a horn and the screeching of tired on the hot summers road... I jump to my left and swing my katana into the broad side of the car and it flips over.... the person inside not yet dead but severely hurt... I stab the gas tank and the innards of the cards vital fluids spew out and as I pull out my sword sparks ignite the gas creating a fatal explosion...

... Somehow I survived the explosion and am now in front of the Cornwall Square... I enter and see many people and for some reason feel angry... my pale flesh begins to redden with fury as I squeeze the hilt of my blade... another pedal falls... a woman comes up and asks if she can help me... incoherently I cut off her head in a gory mess and jump onto the second floor... the masaquer is bloody as sirens wail... no one is left alive in the building... this is genocide...

... I jump out the second floor window and land on a police car... only a few more pedals remain... another falls... the cops try to reason with me but by now I have lost all of my senses and cannot hear a thing... again I begin to kill mercilessly... first I kill three cops next to the car I'm on with one strike then the others open fire but as the bullets break the flesh the wounds have already healed...

... They are all dead now... 12 pedals remain... make that 11 another falls... I walk through the town taking out my anger, hate, and lack of love on those who draw near... knowing they don’t deserve it but I cannot stop myself... wait what is this light in front of me? It’s breaking through giving answers to my questions... who is this angel?

10 pedals remain and the life of the rose slowly fades... the angel is my lost love... she speaks... of how the angels would kill and start a sinful afterlife just to hear this lovely woman speak... a bloody tear falls from my face and ends my bloody path as she says "I love you... for a long time I have loved you... please be at peace." I nod and drop my sword and the blade enters the ground hilt pointing to the air to mark were I have fallen... the head of the rose falls with the rest of its pedals... this is the end... Odin I come to thee... in Valhalla..."

I'm not much of a writer but hope you liked it. By the way the rose represents life in this poem, the life of the man who lost his love then when he really didn’t lose her but found out too late. The title of this poem is "Rose, Love, Life, Valhalla". Please leave a comment; it’s my first poem and probably my last

-Ramen