0xMinimalism

1/1 Artwork by 0xMinimalism

" White rose blooming in the moonlight,  
A symbol of purity amidst the dread,  
With bloody hands, I claw through the dirt,  
From the depths, I rise from the dead.

The earth, a grave that held me tight,  
Its grasp, a reminder of the pain I fled,  
But with each push, each desperate fight,  
I feel the pulse, the promise ahead.

Bloody hands, stained with past regrets,  
Yet they reach for the light overhead,  
For in this soil, my rebirth sets,  
A testament to the life Ive led.

The white rose, pure, yet tinged with red,  
Its petals whisper secrets unsaid,  
Through the darkness, through the pain,  
I rise, I comeback, I am born again.

In the quiet of the night, I stand,  
The echoes of the past now shed,  
With bloody hands, on sacred land,  
I rise from the dead, no longer misled. "