I saw her again from my ventilation;

She walked with the red dress, long and silky

Oh, dear ,oh dear, was red supposed to be this pretty ?

As she walks on the roses, the thrones pricked her skin

Almost I want to jump in front of her and put my hand under her to project her from the thrones

But sadly I couldn’t

As her steps leaves the ground, the blood starts flowing making the blood carpet

That’s how I see her everyday in my dreams..