i apologize to the black rose
for its splendor and perfection
come far from comparison...

thou tender, pollinated rose;
how thine life could be so short-lived
to be outdone by someone who
does not even try

i pity you rose... all of your beauty
created and maintained for no purpose

i despise thee black rose;
you desperate thief of attention,
your worthless esteem of false pride
is your own doing.

i laugh at thee dead black rose
your crippled leaves hath fallen,
laying around you in a heap of self-pity.
watch them decompose into the soil beneath

now thou art nothing more than that
which thou hast started with.