Rose's Thorns.

black poison, 

running through my vains, 

i dont cry, i just die, 

a little and often, 

each time

black poison spreading

pumping the sludge through my vains, 

the black poision spreads, 

faster turning red to black, 

The queen of hearts 

she laughs

for all that remain are 

shards of glass. 

brittle, sharp and broken, 

Discarded they lie

disjointing the poision that flows, 

turning red to black, 

The queen sat on her throne, 

she laughs.