Bloody Rose

This is my Bloody Rose
The rose is the color of blood
It hasn’t always been that color
It used to be a dead black color
But now it is a blood red due to
The fact that it is my blood that has changed its color
The blood that flows free from me and onto the dead rose
Taking from me my life and giving it away
The dead rose that has been stain crimson
Crimson with my blood so it can’t be changed
I know that and so does the rose.
My blood has turned it into a crimson wonder
This rose has become bloody because of me
This is my Bloody Rose