Suicide Rose

a rose from a grave
pretty marking a deadly thing
she gave to me a rose
said hold on tightly, dont let go
from me to you, a suicide rose

marking the ending of this world
or sending me into the planes
of the sea's below
lying with me, the rose she gave
still holding tightly, she wont let go

nothing left for you to see
not a drip in an eye
and all I can see now
is you, my suicidal rose
standing over me

my pearly gates locked away
falling back upon the rose
if I could reverse my life
I'd never taken hold
of the suicidal rose

marked by the blood red of the blossom
thorns with razors edge
a smell so tempting it'll take your control
and as you spiril down its stem
you'll find more thorns followed by a bitter end