A Rose May Bleed
They say that a Rose may bleed
I doubt that is true
a Rose will die, the time is close
withering and dying, now is dead
where has the color gone?
the velvet colored read
the cup, the Rose it leaks
the blood that I have shed
every slice in the stem, another is gone
the soul is dying, piece by piece
the world is losing color, black and white
the blood is never regained, like the life of a Rose
what is this hatred, it burns
the hands tear apart the Rose
bleed and giving up, life is fading
like a human, a rose may bleed
what is happening, the darkness grows
the rose, like a soul, is becoming black
there is, sadly, no changing back
I have bled, confessed, the rose dead
in the end of this consolation, I hope
those who destroy the beautiful rose
be happy, rejoice, the rose is DEAD!
confession: A Rose Will Always Bleed
cry 
