I lay here thinking of a place I once knew. A place filled with beauty and serenity. The most gorgeous flowers grew there. The roses were a wondrous red. The petals of lilies as bright as the sun. but all that changed since the last time I was there. A new breed of flower came to the field, the black rose. They slaughtered hundreds of helpless posies with their long thorns. Enslaved the daffodils with their roots, and stole the food of other plants. There were many battles fought between the plants, but in the end the black roses won. It started with the lilies, their brilliance faded. Then the roses� wondrous red color drained to a brown. The soil was being poisoned by the black roses, who thrived and continued to grow in number. Not long after, the first weeds appeared. These ravenous thieves, robbed and murdered for their own gain. By the end of spring, just before summer, the field was covered with a thick layer of the black roses. Under the layer the weeds were killing the few flowers left. The dead withered and turned to ash. The weeds died shortly after, destroyed by the black roses. I tell you this story so that you don�t make the same mistake. I got away after the soil turned bad, just remember this, don�t trust black roses.
The well is dry
The darkness tapped
Now all that�s left
Is this wussy shit
Deaths been done
Good versus evil is old
Heaven and Hell, do they even exist
Darkness, death, destruction
Light, life, protection
Used to be good topics
Can�t put another spin on it
Love is forbidden
Satan has been played
Real world is just pathetic
Everything else is a clich�
Oh well gotta right something
