Twelve Roses Keep (H)

I received a dozen roses;
Brought by delivery.
Ten black and two red;
I wonder what this could be.

There was a note attached,
No card for me to see.
As I opened up the note,
This is what it said to me.

"You say you love roses,
"But do you know just why?
"Roses are so special
"For which to live or die.

"You see these twelve roses,
"Ten as black as night,
"Yet, two are red as blood.
"Together a beautiful sight.

"One black rose is for
"The abuse you have felt.
"It shed a tear so true
"In place of a beating's welt.

"The second is for abuse
"Of the sexual kind.
"The petals are slowly falling
"Like the madness in your mind.

"The third is for love
"And the hole left behind
"Where your heart used to be.
"Your madness becomes blind.

"The fourth is for honor
"Of which you have none.
"It will dry and blow away
"With the winds from the sun.

"The fifth and six are for
"The eyes that do not see
"All the beauty around
"That's there for you and me.

"The seventh is for GOD
"Of WHOM you have shunned.
"HIS presense you will miss
"From the barrel of your gun.

"The eigth and ninth are for
"The soul you have lost.
"The price you'll soon pay
"And believe, it will cost.

"The tenth rose is for you.
"Though you'll never know why.
"The question will remain
"Unanswered until you die.

"The final two roses
"Are the greatest of all.
"They are for you children
"Though the petals begin to fall.

"They represent the hope
"That live so very deep
"In your children's hearts.
"There for them to keep.

"So here are your roses.
"May you treat them all well
"For there are no roses
"Deep in the depths of hell."

As I read the final word
Of the note these roses keep,
I weap in this empty house
Flooded in the silence deep.