Crown of Roses
He placed the crown of roses on her head- then kissed her softly- before putting her to bed
The thorns scratching at her soft tanned skin- pierced and stabbed- that lovely tanned skin
The taste of his lips tantalizingly poisonous- oh how engulfing are the taste- of his lips- even though they are poisonous
His gentle actions caused her to ignore- the poison she willingly adorns- all for eyes to see, see- she wares her poison gratefully
The soft petals of the roses- snowing down with miasma pollen- the wind picks it up and drops it down, picks it up to drop it down
She breathed deeply that scent- and his tantalizing, disgusting scent
He placed the crown of roses on her head- then kissed her softly- before putting her to bed
Laid her down in her bed- watched her die in her bed- oh how pretty she looks, as she dies in her bed
All who see her lay in her bed now cry- she has become the walking dead.
The thorns scratching at her soft tanned skin- pierced and stabbed- that lovely tanned skin
The taste of his lips tantalizingly poisonous- oh how engulfing are the taste- of his lips- even though they are poisonous
His gentle actions caused her to ignore- the poison she willingly adorns- all for eyes to see, see- she wares her poison gratefully
The soft petals of the roses- snowing down with miasma pollen- the wind picks it up and drops it down, picks it up to drop it down
She breathed deeply that scent- and his tantalizing, disgusting scent
He placed the crown of roses on her head- then kissed her softly- before putting her to bed
Laid her down in her bed- watched her die in her bed- oh how pretty she looks, as she dies in her bed
All who see her lay in her bed now cry- she has become the walking dead.
