Black Rose of Death
My arms are so red,
My knife dripping with blood,
My eyes red from crying,
My friend had died that day.
Three weeks later,
My arms are red,
My knife at hand,
My eyes puffy from crying,
Because another friend died today.
Thanks for everything,
I told you not to die,
I said, "Please don't die."
But you did,
How could you,
I said, "Don't"
And you did,
Thanks for the black rose of death.
© 2005 Megan Gong
