This Black Rose

Black.
As if the shadow of someone or something in its life consumes it.
Not even your tears can stain its deep color.
Over time you have slowly become it.
Darkness engulfs you, as it does your single anthem, which you now hold in your hand.
This Black Rose has begun to symbolize your being.
Its Dark nature.
Its Sham existence.
Its lonely aspect.
You knew this would come.
The inevitable hour to face the black of your existence.
And now you embrace you it.
Embrace this single black rose.
Embracing it, you release it.
And you crack as it hits the ground.
As you hit the ground.
You, This Black Rose.