I am shielded by darkness:
growing upon the fears
The worries
From all the taunting memories
I am deeply shallow
Truly ungrateful
I live upon the rage
Of myself
Of others
I linger in the dusky vicinities
As my blossom grows thick with rage
A my stem grows tall with envy
As my leaves spread to the edge
As my thorns grow sharp
And pierce others' hands
While I, in the end, bleed
Crimson blood
Drripping from my finger tips
Sliding down my palm
Cascading down my forearm
I watch with a still gaze
I am alone
Cold
Helpless
Depressed
Defenseless
Unknown
I am potrayed as a black rose
Black floods into my soul
Soon Death will come to stay
A black rose isn't my enemy:
It is my soul
