The Black Rose

Oh, Mother,

can't you hear?

Your son is going down...

"Oh well," she said

"You were pretty when young

and a nuisance when older...

I am cold. Go home and leave.

Leave me alone."

The Gods have thwarted and plotted

I am plagued and besotted

- the turmoil in my soul

I can't stand much more.

Mother, can you tell me,

Why did you leave?

I did not mean to replace you

- the love I needed was not yours to give.

No, it was not yours to give...

The love that is yours is pure and sublime

and,

due to my dark soul,

I'm afraid I could not pay you back

- back in kind.

I'm sorry.

Sorry.

So, very sorry.

Can someone please tell me,

can YOU tell me,

Where has my love gone?

She left with my heart and it's tearing me apart

... inside...

Oh, Mother,

your son is going down

no, he's not coming back.

I'm not coming back.

Sinking.

Sinking.

Down.

Oh, Mother,

you were right

this 'love' is a miserable lie.

The truth I sought

it lies hidden in a single black rose...

I know.

I know.

I now know...

Oh, Mother...