"Oh crimson red rose, why does thou bleed?"
"I bleed, for I am always plucked as a mere piece of artwork, as nothing more than a fervent profession of love. My heart cannot speak, for I have no lungs to breathe and no mouth to move. And that is why I bleed. There is nothing more painful than having no will and being forced to be confronted with a petty love."
"Ah, but crimson red rose, is not the world pretty?"
"What is there that is pretty? A flushed face of affection is a mere mask to hide intention. Love is the sweetest poison, and its fruits are bountiful."
"Then, hast thou ever coveted?"
"Why covet when I've lost everything? My home, my friends, my will, all has been taken from me. And my only demise will be as a bleeding rose. Love is something I will despise, for it is what stole my everything. And all I have witnessed, from every accumulation of confessions, has only sickened me. Betrayal, hatred, greed, behind the two-faced expression of a flushed face is a decadence unheard of. I will not love nor covet. I will only die."
"Thou believes thou has lost and thou is destined to a cycle of dying?"
"Yes. But if only. It is nothing more than an insignificant quiescent wish. It is something that I must not dream of, for dreams are the folly of fools. They are ungainly, unreachable, and painful. But if only."
"So hast thou covet a wish?"
"Never mind, it's nothing an old man should concern himself with."
"So hast thou covet a wish?"
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"Shut up! I don't covet anything. I am resigned to forever be part of the dead, voiceless and gone."
"So hast thou covet a wish?"
"You be quiet! Do not speak further! Your words are meaningless, nothing more than sweet lies whispered by snakes! I do not covet. I do not dream. And I will not speak any longer."
"So hast thou covet a wish?"
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"So hast thou covet a wish?"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP. YOU KNOW NOTHING. I SHOULD'VE NEVER SPOKEN TO YOU. I DON'T WISH TO BE CRUSHED BY PETTY WEIGHTS. IT'S PAINFUL JUST TO LIVE, AND YET I AM RAISED TO LIVE AGAIN. SPEAK NO FURTHER FIEND!"
"So hast thou covet a wish?"
"SHUT UP."
"So hast tho-"
"SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH."
"So has-"
"BE QUIET DEVIL!"
"So hast thou covet a wish?"
"Hah. How pathetic. To have my only companion be a strange, vexing old man. If I speak of my wish, will you shut the fuck up?"
"Yes."
"Hah. I wish for one thing only, freedom. If only I had the freedom to do as I pleased, I would be able to exact my pent-up invidious rage upon those who stole my life and dumped me with misfortune."
"As thou hast command."
"What are you saying?"
"What shall thou's name be?"
"Huh. Listen old man, are your ears working? Explain to me properly."
"Thou hast covet freedom; therefore thou shall have it. And so, thou, what shall be thine name."
"Ugh. I don't understand, but I'll move along your silly games. My name shall be Crimson Rose. It is the only thing I have left."
"Then, thou Crimson Rose, how shall thee enact thine righteous vengeance."
"I've thought this a billion times through, this silly dream of mine. The perfect act of retribution is to steal one lover's hearts with an illicit affair and tear their love apart."
"Then, thou Crimson Rose, how shall thee steal the knave's love?"
"That's a foolish question. How many times do you think I've seen these confessions? How many times do you think I've seen the act of seduction so dexterily used? Love is a concept above me, but I am not above imitating it. And having seen its disgusting form so many times, I can easily seize any heart and wrap it around my fingers."
"Then, thou Crimson Rose, thine appearance shall be holier than light and more beautiful than Narcissus."