The Rose of Tears

The Rose of Tears Is coming for you Can't you hear the dripping sound? The Rose of Tears Its coming for you It bids you turn around

The petals are colored with depression The stem is thorned regret The leaves are beckoning to you A dark and deadly sonnet

The Rose of Tears Is in your path Corrupting your heart's garden The Rose of Tears Its in your path Causing your soul to harden

In its blooms are worry In its fragrance fear In its beauty calls you And begs you hold it dear

The Rose of Tears Is coming for you Can't you hear the dripping sound? The Rose of Tears Its coming for you It bids you turn around

I hear the Rose of Tears Its dark, foreboding, echoes I have held the Rose of Tears My fingers will not let go