The white rose drips blood black as the night sky. Falling down to water the dead grass that surrounds it. And watch it grow tall just to have its colors fade. See the human lies come and cut the blades away. Leave it lonely to suffer in its solitude. Its rare pureness keeps its status at a high altitude. But it's defective cause it steady drips with black ink. A false beauty that makes mother nature's heart sink. Curse the soil that the innocent is placed upon. It's not their fault their surroundings brought them up so wrong. Never even stood a chance to stay away from madness. Stray away from sanity, lose them to the sadness. Can't trust a soul so it has to put it's guards up. Get to close and you'll get pricked with every single touch. Leave a trail of blood running from its known position. Now it feels bad, did it make the wrong decision. But it couldn't have since it's an outcast. It's only living out of fear, apart from the known caste.
