The Black Rose
A drop is Hanging from a petal

The rain is pouring down
and the rose withers in sorrow
washing away it's life
cleansing itself for the sadness

The Red Rose is Turning Black
A Tear is falling from a Petal

The drops are becoming a burden
and the petals are yielding
bending down for what awaits
sinking towards the ground.

The Black Rose is turning to dust.
here is no more blood tears
no more breathe of fresh air.
The crying rose is finally dead.
no more tears and no more fears..
now your free to sleep..
Good night little crying rose...
Rest in Peace....

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