The Black Rose

Today is the blossoming of the black rose

The rose of Discreet,
And depression

The night the black rose.. Bleeds its blood
Cry's its tears.
Rots to the ground.

Today's the day of the black rose

today's the black rose denigrates.

and waits for the right time to strike,
waits for the right time to rebirth.

We shall see the black rose soon
for it is not the last time
the black rose lives.

The black rose lives on.