The end of this story
Is a sad one, indeed
Like a beautiful rose blooming
From a bad seed
And then it rots into the ground
Like everything else
This summer brought death
And burned all the health

Like a poisonous blood
It burned through the veins
Like an evil heart
It caused all the pain
Like a knife
New and just polished
It stabbed through the soul
And it tore, demolished

With shaking hands
Teary eyes
I write the end of this tale
Surpise!
The beautiful rose
Shining and bright
Now begins to fade
And wither with blight

The disease courses through
The unknowing mind
And corrodes the thoughts
And worsens with time

So soon all you'll have
Is the dead petals there
Blowing with the wind
In a summer so fair
And you'll see the broken fragments
Of a human that's lost
And you'll know what pain
This poison has caused