In this monstrous world
Lies a white rose.
Pure as ever
It's petals never to close.

Tainted with red is she
As the rarest of storms come by.
Tainted with black is she
The tears of goodbye.

Gone were the days of pure bliss
The soft touch and sweet kiss
Here are the days of torture and pain
She succumbs in darkness, in vain.

She never gets out of the open
The thorns of her own killing
Each *****, blood oozes.
The rest is a numb feeling.

She stands there in the lost ground of plain gray canvas
She sways as the winds take her petals to nowhere.
Off she sets foot to freedom
The white rose tainted in red and black,
it bleeds.