Revolte
01-31-2010, 09:40 PM
“ One Rose Of Black “
Within a field of roses, grows one of pitch black
Its thorns are razor blade sharp and ache for attack
Its petals so dark, so empty, so in dread
That its very stem grows hate filled, angry, and dead
The roses around propose it comfort and joy
But the rose of black laughs, his soul dulled and void
While the red roses sit back, to sing of love soon to come
The rose of black pulls away, biting its bitter blind tongue
A special red rose comes to sit with the black
To speak of finer days, of love kept intact
The black rose cant stand it, these stories of glee
It curses the red, so hopeful, so free
The red roses lose hope, no hope for this rose
It senses no grief, no compassion, no soul
Its hallow inside, but why must this stay?
It helps not to just love it, its not love all the same
The red roses grew old, lived happy and true
While the rose of black just dies, so alone, so blue
One rose of black, is just one in a sea
An ocean of roses, red, loving, and free
Within a field of roses, grows one of pitch black
Its thorns are razor blade sharp and ache for attack
Its petals so dark, so empty, so in dread
That its very stem grows hate filled, angry, and dead
The roses around propose it comfort and joy
But the rose of black laughs, his soul dulled and void
While the red roses sit back, to sing of love soon to come
The rose of black pulls away, biting its bitter blind tongue
A special red rose comes to sit with the black
To speak of finer days, of love kept intact
The black rose cant stand it, these stories of glee
It curses the red, so hopeful, so free
The red roses lose hope, no hope for this rose
It senses no grief, no compassion, no soul
Its hallow inside, but why must this stay?
It helps not to just love it, its not love all the same
The red roses grew old, lived happy and true
While the rose of black just dies, so alone, so blue
One rose of black, is just one in a sea
An ocean of roses, red, loving, and free