The Rose

I am a fiend

I am hypocrisy

I am the lust

I'm not to trust

Hiding myself from me

The definition of diseaseI pricked my finger on the rose

Held up my hand to see the hole

And watched the poison slowly take control

Just a little sip, a little taste, a little more

Suck the bottle dry

Abandon myself tonight

Strap on the mask

Bathe in the broken glass

Try not to fuss

It won't hurt much

Just close your eyes you'll see

Annihilation

Time to feed

How did I fall so far from your warm embrace

I let the virus take my place

If there's a thread of my left inside my veins

Oh God, don't let it be erased

I pricked my finger on the rose

I grabbed the thorns

And squeezed right down to the bone

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