Black roses litter the bed.
They once were red.
Like halos resting above your head.
How I was so mislead.

It should have come to no surprise.
Your love turned out to be all lies.
Now I watch our roses die.
Once as red as these tears I cry.

What remains are thorns.
Representing not love, but scorn.
Black petals ripped from roses shorn.
Separated from you I feel forlorn.

Here I fall on broken knees.
God bring him back to me please?
With all my heart I can’t believe.
Can’t find the strength to set us free.

Sounds of dying fill the room.
Mixing in to stir the gloom.
Something has got to happen soon.
Petals fall to meet their doom.

He’s not coming back, no way.
I am these roses blown astray.
Goodbye, is all I have to say.
Our black roses have all gone away.