Stuck By AThorn

  Stuck by a thorn, I bleed.  All alone, in the silence of darkness.  The roses black, all the colors from my sight.

 The blood still drips, from your tiny prick.  Eventually all heals, but the scar you left me with, it still remains. So I must be reminded of you, until my dying day.

 I close my eyes at night, but the moon never beams, with out bringing me dreams!