Black Rose

In the garden where the shadows creep, there blooms a rose where death runs deep. Velvet petals, midnight black, kiss its thorns—you won’t come back. It lures you in, it pulls you close, whispers secrets no one knows. Dripping poison, scent so sweet, once you touch it, you’re complete... Black rose, black rose, growing where the cold wind blows. Beauty hiding blood and sin, once you take it, you let it in. Black rose, black rose, death is tangled in its prose. It marks your soul, it seals your fate, love or curse--it’s much too late. A lover’s gift, a final breath, wrapped in lace, a kiss of death. Dark enchantment, silken lies, blooming deep behind your eyes. It lures you in, it pulls you close, whispers secrets no one knows. Dripping poison, scent so sweet, once you taste it, you’re complete... Black rose, black rose, growing where the cold wind blows. Beauty hiding blood and sin, once you take it, you let it in. Black rose, black rose, death is tangled in its prose. It marks your soul, it seals your fate, love or curse--it’s much too late. The thorns have wrapped around your veins, your heart now beats in wicked chains. No way out, no last goodbyes, you’re buried where the black rose lies... Black rose… black rose… No one leaves once the garden grows…