You’re like the beauty in the dark Sunlight stops the black rose rise Inhale For that must be the art Held breath before released sigh The cloak is transparent Glazed glass they called the eye The beauty is apparent: A black rose that cannot die.

You hate the sound of my voice And my presence will frighten you I loose the want of choice Inside my head – a coup Conscience overthrown The science of conning who? My mind is now unknown as my heart keeps falling through I can’t find where to start now the pain is more acute old ways they must depart for that blade bleeds red and blue.