Soft as velvet,
Dark as night.
Shades of black dance around the flame.
A drop of blood drips down his leaves,
Staining the black rose with fresh, warm blood.
Bleeding for pain.
Bleeding for mercy.
The long rose is drenched in sadness.
Pain of life.
Pain of suffering.
The leaves are plucked away.
they must be infected,infected with sadness
Kill it.
Kill it before it infects you.
Pluck.
Soft leaves fall to the ground.
With no nourishment,
The leaves wither up,
And die.
As its death approaches,
Pain takes over.
But she thinks,
"I am killed for my feelings and emotions?
For being different?"
Pluck.
The last leave floats away.
The rose falls to the ground.
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