My rose, born black
pools blood, dark red
Heart's sight, tainted death
Black hole, ruins life
Each petal, wilted, takes life
each bloom, under night's fill moon
brings a new dark soul to life
My heart causes your death
my mark, a rose flodded by your blood
each petal wilted, takes a part of your soul
when new roses bloom
means more people come to their doom
i eat your heart
i drink your blood
Your soul is the fuel to my fire
your emotions, those dark and bitter
are my weapons
i bathe in your misery
i take joy in watching you suffer.
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