• Not a Red Rose or a Carnation

    I give you a Black Rose
    It is a dark message prophesizing your end
    It promises death
    Like the bones in their graves

    Here
    It will bring you with the Reaper’s scythe
    Like a rabbit in a trap
    It will make your death
    A tragic image of peace

    I am trying to be honest

    Not a liar or a fool

    I give you a Black Rose
    Its dark petals portray your death
    Cruel and peaceful
    As we are,
    For as long as we are.

    Take it
    Its sharp thorns give prophecy of your pain
    If you like.

    Kind
    Its image will be calm to your dying eyes,
    An end to your life.