Thorn roses

Thorn roses grow in the moonlight

A simple prick of blood in the starlight

Poisoned by the stab it seemes

The night is cold with lies and steam


Thorn roses feel great sorrow

They want friends to see tomorrow

But the thorns of the roses hurt

And the roses roots are deep in the dirt


Roses grow all alone in the moonlight

One thorn is dangerous to any passerby

All roses look like they can hurt

But the roots are gold under the dirt