Every Rose have a Thorn

Black Rose with sharp as needless, they pierce your flesh your instant reaction is to jump in shock, a dark red liquid runs down the stem of the beautiful flower the loss of blood make you feel faint and distant, from reality. Wind blows, and you feel a drastic change in your body temperature, your cold. your muscles tense and become hard... Rigamortice setting inot, to soon your eyes started to tear, and what is your life, flashing before your eyes, is nothing. The petals on the flower fall you realize that this is the end and stop fighting  and just before you pass, you  write on the dirt "Every Rose have a thorn"