Black Rose (Poem/Song by J. Karas and Caramel)

A proud rose we stood, Painted the purest of white. We were loved and considered good, Until things stopped going right. Wilted at the seams, Our petals still gleam; Yet the purity of white is fading And our joy is slowly dissipating. After a while, unhappiness Turns to empty brokenness. The joy we once felt is no more, And the feelings we had walked out of the door. As the days dragged on, We stood no longer so tall. A weary, almost broken girl, Living in a vibrant world. When things got better and the storm would fade, An empty heart was left, ready to cave. Barely getting by, not really living life, A zombie in that body of ours; We feel numb without a cure. Now a hunched black rose we stand, Unable to turn back again. Jabbed by our own thorns, Leaves battered and torn. Feelings drowned out by the numbness, And now all we want it to feel something. Where is this person we once knew? Why are we left with nothing else to do? We cry with meaningless tears, Echoing the bottomless fears. Into an abyss of nothingness, We have reached the end. Petal by petal, peeled off in layers, Day after day, we felt less anger. We became cold to the touch, And assumed no one would love- The black rose in the bunch. After time, we slowly fade, Into the depth of no remains. Our petals stained black from the world, All that remains of the rose is the stem. Turning brown, rotting from within, The petals have fallen and have softly faded- Into a being that the world has hated. The stem is bent, shaky and weighed down, No longer does this flower wear a crown. A black rose we are no more- For all our petals have fallen to the floor. Over this dreadful time, We have finally realized- A white rose can always turn black, But once you change, it’s hard turn back.