• First.

    In the darkness it was bought

    filled with cowardice and loathing it was sold

    the price I pay, to reach through the cold

    the grave, as a hand the new beauty will reach

    everything that is hate
    that was my soul

    the rose,
    it was the deal

    my soul for the beauty,
    that which will not be kept

    the thorns bite at the hand that in it is held
    it desires to return, back to darkness

    yet, it must be held,
    lost once, would be lost forever,
    held once,
    tis only a taste

    my soul for the beauty, it can't be a waste.

    this rose, it is me,
    it is my face