My day awakens
To a dawn;
I see a flower in my vase
Black and wrong.

There he stands
With a rose;
A rose of pain
Which on me it lands.

I want to see
His beautiful face;
His eyes and his clothes
Made of black lace

Every day he gives me
A rose;
I wish I could tell him
So he knows.

When I say I want to
Be free;
I get locked in and
I had to be.

He comes to me
With a rose;
Black and long
With red bows.

I take away
My life;
With a rose
And a black knife

My soul leaves
My body;
My body is
Left rotting.

He comes and
Takes me;
Takes me to a life
To be free.

He and I
Are together;
Him with his lace
And me with my leather.

I take my hand to
His face;
Covered with sadness
And lace.

He looks at my
Right eye;
He said he is glad
That I die

That day I found my
Self lie;
To a black rose
And me die.

By Erica! ^^
Thank you Erica! @^^@