Surely its not unprovocative.
But My Black Roses
which i have to bestow on the tombs of their desire.
My desire.
They always leave me numb.
How i am sure about the inevitability.
The epitaph saying the fortune of a failure.
but i like pain, not numbness.
My Black Roses
seem pretty unnatural.
Because i see them that way.
This is not the same road which people walk.
This is rather chosenly and artificially different.
Anything but ordinary!
I can not take that.
But if i am artificial,
if i am not natural,
i am abnormal,
does it change the doors?
does it care to change the expression
of someone crying or smiling?
But my black roses
stay with me.
Not the blackness
Not the thorns
But my black roses
make me feel.
Ok, i am numb, made up.
But, I feel.
So, please forgive me, you all,
and please smile.
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