Analysis of "black roses"

Walk onto the bleeding,
fall through on serene escape,
upon your emotions of life,
dripping is your rapture.

Easily it seems to,
flow while you entice the rose,
black upon your heart to beat,
hear it pounding so deep.

Walk on through straight down slow,
off cliffs flying in motion,
spread your wings upon black rose,
sanctify on the wish.

That has been rendered tame,
on your heart tainted of black,
of which you have fainted saint,
your dying shining rose.