Black Rose

Everything that exists Belongs, and you and i my love, never belonged here. We were merely born into the womb of matter which is a tomb, so better for us when we vanish into the dust and run out of Time into "soon and very soon". I am so excited I wake up with the Spring and my eyes open like a rose with tears of joy on my cheeks like dew on the petals.Clip me and lay me down on her grave, here I will wither away and turn black in the Scorching sun.Still, I will find her in the dream of a man who loves a woman and she bears him a son.