Blood-Stained Rose

In the deafening silence of my mind
You are there.
In the chaos of my beating heart
Your dagger lingers.
Your gifted blood-stained rose;
Decayed and withered as your promises
Upon the weakened light of day.
Should you fall, I will not pray.
You may grovel at my feet,
But I will not forgive.
The hilt of your dagger, now in my hand,
Lain upon my throat.
Slowly, deeply, I shall cut.
And only then...
Only then may you kiss
Your blood-stained rose.