• I am born
    Bright and Vibrant
    My petals shine the most beautiful crimson
    I am a happy flower.

    One lie...
    A single petal turns black
    Putting up a Defense
    Fighting off the pain
    I am still a happy flower.

    Many lies...
    All my petals are black
    I am no longer vibrant or bright
    I am a dying flower.

    One last lie...
    My petals are black and my thorns have all gone
    I have been trampled and have withered
    I shine no more
    With my thorns gone I cannot fight
    I am weak with pain
    I am a dead flower....
    A Black Rose....