The Bee and the Black Rose

I’m sitting on my bed just thinking

How you said you’d be my shoulder when resting

I sit in anger with rage infecting

How you lied when I when I spent time spending

Before I met you, I was complacent

A wall so strong, so tall and gallant

Now I lie in rubble, covered in dust and cement

While you move on you giant pestilent!

You see that rose that sits so high?

High above my room’s sky?

It sits in sadness, why’d you lie?

Why’d you carry on, why’d you spy?

My emotions so twisted by your lust

Left me wondering “why did I trust?”

Your foolproof planning with a book

Fills me with anger, rage and vengeance

The worst of all is I’m not the only one to have looked

But many have fallen for your artificial resplendence

The Black Rose that once was red

Now looks upon me with the greatest dread

A constant reminder that you’re a fraud

Yes I said it, thank you Lord!

Now I see that broken rose

With the greatest of respect

I’m not the only one you’ve hurt with your facist pose

Next time I see you, I’ll squash you you little insect!

It seems you have already forgotten me

Don’t think you’re a free little bee

I’m the Queen Bitch here Mr bald head

Can’t wait to sting you DEAD!