Written June, 2006
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Black Rose, rise up! Shed your thorns for my hands! Waves crash! Our castle’s washed away with the sands. Teardrops on my pillow. I miss your hand entwined with mine. And I can't see the rain-blurred property signs, "KEEP OUT!" Black Rose– sweet smell! That's the smell of dead flesh. Black Rose– Her magic clings! Her sticky spell is still fresh. Beaten hearts beating still. You chained mine with a grin. My eyes, my limbs are weighed down with our sin. I didn't want to see the rain-blurred property signs, "KEEP OUT!" Black Rose, you know you’ll be a part of me. I’ll look back someday and see Black Rose who once made me bleed.
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