Black Rose

by Miranda Smith   Dec 31, 2005


On freshly turned dirt
Lay a tall black rose

With deathly thorns of despair
And rich, dark pedals of distrust
Within the veins of the weakening stem
Carries the burden of sorrow, the burning pits of sin

'Twas love we once shared

'Twas the thorns that once guarded our love
Our adventurous passions sent from above
'Tis now a reflection of a bleeding past
This angelic devil is gone at last

Satin save each tear I've cried
Take this sin that's buried inside
Rouse me high, reveal this arcane
Lay a black rose upon my grave

Below me lay a demonic soul
Trapped inside with wounded bones
All this torture he's left with me
With all these memories and terrible dreams

Oh God save me from my darkening thoughts
Take away my grieving heart
Save me from my mourning self
Give me hope for renewed love

This relentless shame I cannot hold
'Twas my lovers life that I stole
I clutch the handle with all my might
All this vexful terror could end tonight

I hold the pistol to my head
And stand above his mystical bed
I silently pray to the God above
Upon my grave, lay a black rose

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