It is a dark paradise. It is my paradise.
Black Roses bloom.
The sky hides behind dark clouds.
I have no fear. No sun will come out. There’s no sun. Not in my world.
A delicate veil of mist above the gray area. I touch a rose. So beautiful. So incredibly beautiful.
Blood drips onto the ground and blends with the dark earth.
Black Roses. They need no reason to live … No explanation. They are just here. Just there. Just beautiful.
No one asks why.