Roses of Black,
A symbol of of Death,
You can't take back.
Roses of Blue,
Attain the impossible,
Just speak what's true.
Roses of White,
All that is secret,
Just like that night.
Interesting how a change of colour can mean something new,
Strange how lives can change by a couple of words concerning you.
I'd love to be able to take it back,
Loving you, a rose that's black.
Widows and Spiders in the window,
Is murder such a sin though?
Blood fills the bath in which I stand,
Remembering you with a toaster in my hand,
My heart could never get over the scar,
So we will forever embrace the eternity of death.
Nooses don't speak lies, nor does death.