A man’s black rose, his protector in a now tormented life; can only be nourished by the pain he holds in his afflicted blood. While feeding his patron flower, he recites a poem in remembrance of where his misery stems from. As he visualizes the moment he murdered his former lover, he reenacts the bedeviled memory in a surreal world of his own making, seemingly for the rose’s own amusement.

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