I will tell you about a dead rose
Trapping life inside it
Is it really dead? God only knows
Maybe it doesn't want to admit it
The rose looked black from the outside
It trapped every single cell in its parts
It did not open its inside
And it did not open its heart
The dried petals couldn't complain and cry
The dead stem did not explain its situation
So it decided to pretend to die
And try to find its destination
Looking at it did not give any impression
It wondered if people would have some sensation
It wondered if they would feel a bit of depression
But on their faces, it couldn't find any exclamation
The rose became confused
Why are people treating it in this way?
Did they ask it for help and it refused?
I wonder if it can talk..what will it say?
It did not want compassion
It did not want to spellbind
All it wanted is people's satisfaction
To make it feel better and vivid
But when people treated it in a bad way
It had something to put in mind
Just to help it find a brighter day
Before it becomes blind
The rose wrote a letter
So everyone should read
Just to make it feel better
Before the pain starts to breed
"Whatever happens and whatever you crave
This rose will never forget its agony
Pain will not disappear even when it rests in its grave
And it will not be able to stop this mystifying acrimony"
