Every rose has it's thorns Every end has it's beginning Which means death is just a minor inconvienance A mode of transportation from one plane to another Let me save you Let me cut the roots to your troubles and free you Place you in a glorious glass vase The cool embrace of death's kiss in the water around you I saw the bloom as beauty But the beauty I saw was a byproduct of anger The anger is physically seen in it's blood covered thorns To me it is worth it The cost of holding such beauty To let it drink the blood running down it's stem Would you like me to show you such beauty? Turn your nightmares into reality But you will no longer fear them You will learn to become them as I have The first step to walking in the darkness Is to kill the person you once were Embrace the new shadow that envelopes you So let me take your past life I will let you hold the rose of dark beauty But first you most face it's thorns My..Thorn.. By, Jonathan Carrales (aka Dante Saez)