“A Dead Rose”

“A Dead Rose”

Alone, forgotten by time,

A black rose lies on the ground,

Those darks pedals seems like pieces of coal,

Those thorns, (turns into) venom when they touch warmth blood,

Tears from the gods used to feed them,

Silent screams from lost souls,

On the wind they travel, their unheard song,

Burden dreams from a love scorn,

Scavengers searching for remains,

From a once beating/bleeding heart,

It’s the rusted blood that turn black, just as that rose,

That single one left in the middle of nowhere,

Just where God himself leave hope buried alive,

Till we die & ashes feed the roots from the rose,

Pain brings strength to its stem,

Sorrows grind the thorns,

Of the unloved rose,

A dead rose…