• u think its sweet to give me roses
    u think the scent pleases noses
    black as ink;tht they r
    darker than black noir
    a symbol of our poisoned love
    scent to us from hell above
    y would u send me this
    y not give me just a kiss
    r u trying to poison me
    by sending me all of these
    these r scars; poisoned scars
    infecting me with black tar
    cusre u a thousand times
    sending me these is a crime
    remind me of our poisoned luv
    sent to us from hell above
    filled with thorns
    sharper than devil horns
    made to poison me
    sending me down to the blood red sea