Black Rose

Thorns piercing my head. 
Leaves wrinkled and dead. 
Wrapping around the life I knew. 
Punctures in my veins. 
Bleeding my life away. 
Pain growing in it's vines. 
The more it grows the more it hurts inside. 
Deprived from the life I live I feel inside. 
My sadness has a place to hide. 
This place you could never find. 
Binded by thoughts of petals. 
These roses grow in my head. 
From the memories that you left. 
Watered by the lies you said. 
Lighted by the love you shed. 
Black from the sadness that I bled. 
Soiled by the fear I dread. 
Fertilized by the lies you left. 
Petals start to decompose. 
But every rose will still have it's thorn