Dead Rose

Smell the rose
Sweet inspiration
Does it make you want to fuck?
Then go fuck yourself
You’re scarred with imperfection, but aren’t we all?
Harder. does it feel good?
Oh how we love the pain
Consume. buy yourself love
Love doesn’t want you
It hurts, but i was born into this. love hurts
Makes me hate you. make me fuck them
Corrupt minds, thoughts and feelings beauty
Fuck it hard. harder. fuck me
I have. our love is dead
Pain orchestrates this art
Sometimes i feel, but i can’t feel
Unwanted by my virgin
And i’ll slice my throat on a thorn of the dead rose you left me with
And on our last kiss… she leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. dead rose