there is a black rose
deep within me
it bleeds
it cries
just like me
i am just one
in a thousand
a single dropp of rain
in a drought
the black rose
it grew inside of me
it grew and grew
until it burst out
made me cry
the bloody tears
of soldiers on the battlefield
of men barely surviving
the deadly war
the war that rages
inside of me
the war i cannot escape
no matter how far i run
but it will be worth it
to be the bloody black rose
in the end.
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