Petal Game

A rope tied tight around my neck,
A red rose in my hand. 
I am playing a twisted game,
That you shan't understand. 

Petals will fall down to the floor,
And wind shall blow them away. 
The evil thoughts pound in my mind,
To go or else to stay?

A hooded figure steps towards,
Her cloak the red of my flower. 
And as she speaks one single word,
I feel her evil power.

"Die," she mouths through sadistic teeth,
And with a wink she's vanished
I close my eyes and feel the chill,
Of pure and tortured anguish. 

The hooded girl may so be gone,
But I recognized the smile. 
She was me and the blood I spilled,
My innocent soul of denial. 

And so the last red petal falls,
And with it falls the chair. 
My lifeless body dangles limp,
So peaceful in midair.