THIS ROSE DOESNT BLOOM

HE TOLD ME THE ROSE ON HIS ARM DOESNT BLOOM ANYMORE
ITS NOT THE SAME AS IT WAS, THE WAY IT WAS BEFORE
IN THE SPRING IT WOULD BEGIN TO SPROUT AND GROW
IN THE SUMMER IT WAS IN FULL BLOOM, SO BEAUTIFUL
IN THE FALL THE COLOR OF PETALS WOULD BEGIN TO CHANGE
AND IT WOULD DIE IN THE WINTER, AND THAT WAS A SHAME
BUT NOW THE VEINS OF LIFE RUN COLD AND DRY
AND CONSEQUENTLY THE ROSE IS READY TO DIE
SEE THE HYPODERMIC NEEDLE PUNCTURES THE STEM
AND THE TRACKS OF HOLES SEEM TO SIGNALS THE END
THRU THE TINY WOUND ENTERS THE GRIME
THE TOXINS BLOCK ALL FEELINGS, EVEN THE SUNSHINE
SO THE ROSE LACKS WHAT IS NEEDED TO THRIVE
SO IT BEGINS TO WITHER, DIE, AND IT LIES
SLIGHTLY TO THE SIDE, THAN THE ROSE BEGINS TO ITCH
LOOKS LIKE ITS READY TO STRAP FOR A FIX
SO THE RUBBER HOSE IS TIED TIGHT TO PUMP OUT A VEIN
TO THE BOTTOM OF THE SPOON IS TAKEN A FLAME
HE FILLS IN THE NEEDLE WITH HEROIN AND TEARS THROUGH HIS SKIN
AND BEFORE THE HIGH HITS HE CRYS CUZ HE KNOWS THE ROSE WILL NEVER BLOOM AGAIN...