Black Rose

Sometimes I am described about it.

I have been considered a black rose. I love being alone. I do when I need to let my feelings out.

I'm not abused...at all...I wrote a song called abused..

That song is a little deep like a black rose.

The color....of my pain...

My sorrow...

My love life is also slowly ending because of the black rose..

The black rose is overruling my heart.

Since I like to be alone a lot more now...

I need my peace my quiet...

I really do like the black rose for one reason...

That reason is...

It describes me..

Now..

And the blood that is now leaving my body because of the black rose...