The Black Rose: The Rose of Death.

Blood I shed; Tears I cry.

Pain I can't fihgt; I want to die.

Thoughts fill my head, secrets I keep.

No one cares, when I weep.

The Black Rose lurks up on me.

The world I don't want to see.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this a while back... but forgot to put it on here.  Kinda strange. lol.  Joe was sitting there when I wrote it and he saw some scars on my arm and got mad...He never cared though.

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