An expected enemy
Your poisoned rose
The vase cracks
Vital water is exposed
Black liquid seeps
Through the hole in the horizon
Tainted clouds rain their blood
Problems infect with every touch
Tongue poised ready to strike
You taste the ruined rain
It livens your skin with a beautiful color
A beautiful shade of death
I was advised to deny all hope
To forget the past
And to kiss the rose goodnight