A rose you are my Darling No matter the amount of blood that you spill, whether it be from a slashed wrist or a truly pierced soul smeared on paper, my Dear, you are the embodiment of pure gothic black that is wretched both mentally as well as physically upon your battered battered spiritual soul Like this rose, may you never ever stop bleeding out your emotions through your thoughts that guides the pen like a séance being performed with a small tablet that glides on an Ouija board Like this rose dear, dear darling, you ooze black beauty that bleeds out the gothic in you with never-ending emo-ism. Let this rose be your vassal to continue on your path spiraling down continually in the blackest of emotions that you shall provide your readers like Edgar Allen Poe, forever with "Nevermore”... Be forever .Twisted in Innocence.