The Rose

The Rose is bleeding
and canīt stop bleeding
You grab the rose
you begin to bleed
and canīt stop
you feel weeker
you falls to the ground
with the rose in your hand
the rose turnīs black
you see the rose
and itīs the last you see
and begins to die
along........
only the black rose in your hand
you wish that it didnīt happen
nerver to grab the rose
that powerful rose
whoīs going to kill you
you didnīt now about the danger
how a rose can take your life away
poisen to death of a rose
You wish the stars can save you now
The Rose is bleeding........

Sorry, hope you can forgive me........

The heartless soul