• A Rose May Bleed

    They say that a Rose may bleed
    I doubt that is true
    a Rose will die, the time is close
    withering and dying, now is dead

    where has the color gone?
    the velvet colored red
    the cup, the Rose it leaks
    the blood that I have shed

    every slice in the stem, another is gone
    the soul is dying, piece by piece
    the world is losing color, black and white
    the blood is never regained, like the life of a Rose

    what is this hatred, it burns
    the hands tear apart the Rose
    bleed and giving up, life is fading
    like a human, a rose may bleed

    what is happening, the darkness grows
    the rose, like a soul, is becoming black
    there is, sadly, no changing back
    I have bled, confessed, the rose dead

    in the end of this consolation, I hope
    those who destroy the beautiful rose
    be happy, rejoice, the rose is DEAD!
    confession: A Rose Will Always Bleed