she crys alone in her room hoping to end her gloom
she crys a tear of saddness
she crys a tear of blood with red rose in hand she crys a tear of death
as a tear falls down her pail cheek her blackend tear turns her red rose black
black as the night sky
in her heart she feels she should die
she wants to bid the world a gothic goodbye
with sharpend blade in hand she began he plan her end
her death  
she grits her teeth.....
her shapend blade now staind red
she now lays in deaths bed
as she falls to the floor a tear trickles down her ice cold cheek
her once red rose turns to a blackend dust