Dark Rose

Sitting here in a forlorn glass
Empty, there is no class.

Thorns are decaying, dying
A life lived, all due to lying.

My dark complexion, outlined in gold
I once held many secrets so bold.

Water evaporating, getting less
Petals falling, making such a mess.

Sitting by a cold window, nothing to see
I feel lost, like someone threw away the key.

No Beauty, no Beast, just a room
Like being buried alive in your tomb.

Beauty has left the eye of the beholder
Cold winter nights, getting ever so colder.

Dark all day, dark all damn night
Not even one ounce of bright light.

Wish upon a star, such lies
Feeling hopeless, life just dies.

Gold swirls around, bright and fast
I wonder, how long will this last?

Feeling vibrant, my thorns grow
Change is here, not feeling so low.

Petals are growing ever so pretty
The magnificent black looks so witty.

Feeling revived, so succulent and new
The sky turns to day, so beautiful and blue.