kneel before the
blood blood red roses
reach childlike to choose
'oh which pretty pretty flower (girl)...'
'which one will die today?'
dark dark eyes and
pouty lips yes you prey
on only the unsuspecting;
these lies were only in legends
but we changed our minds in
the moment you screamed
(i hate you)
'...let it go'
four-leafed clovers don't
help, you're doomed
no remedy for the damned
but this suicide will
numb your pain