Bloody Rose
I see a rose
I see a rose the color of blood
I see a rose with bloody thorns
It is my Bloody Rose
My Bloody Rose
Can Strike A Pose
For it is special
It can wilt over to count my toes
My Bloody Rose
Has its Highs and Lows
With its own red ribbon
Tied in a Bow
My Bloody Rose
Does not falter
For it has Rows
Of petals that Flow
My Bloody Rose
Keeps me stable
For I am one
To wilt and falter
My words are unspoken
But my mind knows no rest
It cries to speak out
And scream the rest
Full of Blood and Pain
My Bloody Rose is not tame
It is about to burst
And erupt in flames
