Black Rose

Rose of death

Ink black and dripping

You stain the hands of all who come near

I watch you change hands from person to person

Spreading your stain of ink

Forever altering their lives

Oh rose of dripping black ink

I watch you from afar

Trying to keep a safe distance

But still admire your beauty

The crystal like tear drops you create

Yet you are unkind

Soon enough I find my hands are stained as well

I now know your beauty was but a guise

A mask of falsehood

For your core is rotten

Ashen gray

You stink of death and flesh and burning

I was but a fool

For now my hands are forever stained as well