Her breath shallow and slow,
resting on a bed of roses and snow.

Her lips red like carmine temptation,
untouched for years in her state of damnation.

Her heart left little and behind thick walls,
now black and rodden in her corpse's palls.

Her mind so eroded in poisonous traits,
denying both closeness and happy states.

Her gaze glances over misery and grace,
one last time before she sinks into death's embrace.