That single black rose,
It's history is full of suprise.
Few always seek it,
Sadness in their eyes.
That single black rose,
Is lonely, sad, and out of its place.
Its covered in blood,
Oozing from its veins.
There are cuts all over
For you see,
That
Single
Black
Rose...
Is me.
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