She was walking In the middle of the road Falling Red rose petals braided in the mess of her hair The dorns pricking her Trailing a path of blood behind her She raised a hand to her chest Still feeling no beat Sitting on the warm asphalt Watching the sunset The world drowning in shades of red and orange Chugging down the bottle of golden whiskey Loving the way in burned in her throat A car heading towards her Last minute swerving Avoiding killing her Killing the girl who flirts with death