The Rose of Tears
Is coming for you
Can’t you hear the dripping sound?
The Rose of Tears
Its coming for you
It bids you turn around

The petals are colored with depression
The stem is thorned regret
The leaves are beckoning to you
A dark and deadly sonnet

The Rose of Tears
Is in your path
Corrupting your heart’s garden
The Rose of Tears
Its in your path
Causing your soul to harden

In its blooms are worry
In its fragrance fear
In its beauty calls you
And begs you hold it dear

The Rose of Tears
Is coming for you
Can’t you hear the dripping sound?
The Rose of Tears
Its coming for you
It bids you turn around

I hear the Rose of Tears
Its dark, foreboding, echoes
I have held the Rose of Tears
My fingers will not let go