A Black Rose Spoke To Me

A black rose spoke to me, but I was heedless to hear. But resonating from it, I could sense, was anger and fear. However, the words escaped; they glazed over my head. Oh,how desperate I am to know what she said! The whispers, the whispers; my spine shivered at hearing Them. If those rose had eyes, I know she would be sneering, For I may have missed a warning, a prophecy of death. What if I am very near to taking my final breaths? Am I close enough that I can stretch forth my hand And grasp my future self that is writhing in a filthy land? I feel depraved of necessities to mind and soul, That I have fallen into a sinking and widening hole. Because I failed to see A black rose spoke to me.