Black Rose

Tears trickle from the thorns,

Death is oh so near,

A divine red rose is stranded in the middle,

It hates it there.

Becoming a stepping stone,

Having others pick off its peddles one by one,

Day after day it waits for someone to give it to a lover,

To give itself meaning.

It tries to stay strong,

To never give up,

But it is hard when there is no hope,

Its heart feels torn and worn,

Scarlet fades and becomes a shadow,

Its roots stop pulsing through its body,

Blackness sweeps over what is left,

A black rose now stands.