The rose

My Hands Crying Red Tears

This a Result of the Thorns Embrace

But I Would Pull Them Free For You

The Red Kissing Your Cheek

Was it My Touch or The Rose?

Close Your Eyes, Delight in The Dark

And I'll Take My Pleasure As You Look Away

But Look Back

And You Will Find Me, Willing To Catch The Pain the Thorn Carved In You Flesh

Drip Drip Drip

I Catch Your Red Tourment

Numbing My Heart So I Wont Drown

But My Rose Lives

Thriving on Your beating Heart