The scent of this rose stayed within me
Would follow me each place I'd go
How could this rose be so beautiful
Yet fill my whole world with woe?

I should have looked at this rose more carefully
Seen the thorns that stuck out of each side
Each one was symbolic of a thrust in my heart
I couldn't keep you tho god knows I tried.

This once beautiful rose was as red as could be
Now turned blacker than a cold starless night
How could something that once held such beauty
Become such a horrible sight?
~Whisper~