The Rose

A single black rose you would send to me,
I thought the clearity was all to see,
But at that moment i was filled with dread,
I began to bleed until there was little left to be bled.

A single black rose was sent from you to me,
I could not see beneathe the mask of lies you had left for me,
So as a lay on the ground, nearing me last breathe,
And brace myself for my death.

I bigin to plan and scheme,
The dream that is the best of all the dreams,
The scheme of how u shall die,
Let's just say you better enjoy that pie!