Black Roses
Black Roses grow in my garden of dead,
Where dead rats crawl in the flower beds,
And spirits will cry, and ghosts will moan,
As i shall sit there, on my own.
Black Roses stand wilted and watch me fall,
As overhanging trees of black grow tall,
And a statue of satan stands tall with pride,
The only person that, will stay by my side.
Black Roses shatter as they watch you leave,
All those lies you made me believe,
And they will cry and share my pain,
For the thoughts that we, will not see you again.
Black Roses grow in my garden of dead,
Where dead rats crawl in the flower beds,
When nothing will die and nothing is new,
i shall be waiting here, just for you...
