I'm feeling dark and dreary
bone tired, brain weary
don't worry, don't be leary
I don't live close to you.

I'll take it out on those
who live close to black rose
they'll run I suppose
poor dears, what can they do.

It's that cursed time again
I'll be wretched to all of them
more so than I've ever been
that's it, this rhyme is through.

DarkofRose