Sixty feet below, her body lies
her hair entwined in the thorns of the roses


Sixty feet below, her body lies
On the fertile ground
Covered with black soil, her hair entwined

In the thorns of the roses
Her ivory skin ripped from her white bones


I am horrified by this gruesome sight
and yet somehow intrigued


I descend into the depth
Where she waits to be found,
Morbid thoughts haunt my brain,

Imagine how it must have felt for her
Falling faster and faster


As i descend into the chasm
morbid thoughts haunt my brain
asking myself

what would have happened
sixty feet below, where her body lays


I stare at her, this gruesome sight
I wonder if she felt any pain
I reach the bottom and see

Her cold lifeless body
In time her bones will be covered
with wild red roses


As I touch her cold, white skin
I ask myself

why did she cast herself into the abyss