My little black rose,
How many times have I held you?
It's the amount of times I have lost sleep.
Twirling you in my fingers,
Feeling your thorns,
Cautiously,
Yet I am still pricked.

I would press you against my lips,
The bittersweet taste stings my tongue.
I kiss you,
But I still can't dream.

You burned so long ago,
From your blood red,
To the darkness that now defines you.
You can't bleed anymore,
There is nothing left to bleed for.

So today I put an end to it,
Lighting the flame,
Lowering you to the fire.
Putting you out of your misery,
Your pathetic existence,
Today I will watch my darkness burn.