It's the first day
Of the start of the end
Of my joys
Just around the bend

Staring at the vase
Lined with black flowers
Starting to wilt
Like collapsing towers

Death is sometimes more...
Beautiful than the life
There is no pain
No more strife

At 5am
I heard the news
Sat in the corner
And cried my heart out

Now all that's left
Is this single flower
That's withering away
You are all that's left

All the memories
I wish I could leave
All that reminds me
Is this black rose.... Dying