Beauty in a rose may be offset by the danger of the thorn
But a black rose is perfect, in motive and resulting pain
Strike a pose and watch as the world pours out its scorn
You're not responsible for the wounds, you've gone insane
Make them bleed, be their nightmare, not their dream
Falling from the sky, on a winter night, is a lethal rain
In a madness serene, don't care, in the darkness scream
The black rose celebrates your panic, a comedy most tragic
