A black rose lay on my door step.
I accept it like a gift.
I don'y know what could come from it.
Black like death and red with blood, red with secrets of those before me.
Red with innocence lost in his beauty and his charm.
I know he never meant to cause me harm.
My finger pricks, and my blood drips, upon this thing he calls a Devil's rose.
My pricked when I chose to pick up such a rose.
My blood dripped and my humanity slips away just within my reach.
My humanity slips away still- and his gift has a piece of me within it's perfect pedals.
The change is coming, and my innocence is going as his poison burns my brain, I yell, "Go away!"
But he only comes closer so I can see his face. I know I have been betrayed.
I hate you, but I don't.
You want me to love you, but I won't.
I want to leave you but I can't.
I accept it like a gift.
I don'y know what could come from it.
Black like death and red with blood, red with secrets of those before me.
Red with innocence lost in his beauty and his charm.
I know he never meant to cause me harm.
My finger pricks, and my blood drips, upon this thing he calls a Devil's rose.
My pricked when I chose to pick up such a rose.
My blood dripped and my humanity slips away just within my reach.
My humanity slips away still- and his gift has a piece of me within it's perfect pedals.
The change is coming, and my innocence is going as his poison burns my brain, I yell, "Go away!"
But he only comes closer so I can see his face. I know I have been betrayed.
I hate you, but I don't.
You want me to love you, but I won't.
I want to leave you but I can't.
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