Black rose petals fall
On the dew covered grass
On the hardened black soil
Moon-lit shadows do pass

Each petal that falls
Is a falling star
Each one carries a dream
A burden
A scar

I breathe in the air
Take in the night
As the last petal falls
And is swept out of sight

Sitting in the garden
Cold air turns to mist
As one more time
I draw blood to my wrist

The blood soaks into the soil
Where the thorny stem now grows
Maybe the color of my blood
Will decide the color of the rose

For if I can get this rose
To once again bloom red
Than I'll know I'm alive
Or at least that I'm not dead
 
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