My Bloody Black Rose Poem by Karei Olson

Burning eyes of icy passion
5 minute pleasure, now just imagine
Seductive one to whom you lust
Leaving your life in hands you don't trust

Trying to find a dark angel
or at least someone with consiquence
Wishing for one who doesn't tame well
Keeping you fighting the voice of your consience

Love, if you're going to play with fire,
you're gonna burn your fingers
Dip your feet in the ice cole water
see if the sensation lingers

Water to wine, wine to blood
Dark figure with a black hood
Dripping down in my flower bed
My bloody black roses, you cry red
Grimm Reaper, should be dead...