Roses are red.
My blood is the same.
Every single drop.
Flowing through my veins.
Roses are red.
Just like you said.
When you handed me a bouquet.
Filled with dread.
Roses are red.
Just like the sky.
On an evening night.
After we get high.
Roses are red.
Now you lay dead.
Overdosed.
In my bed.

Deeper the wound grows.
Heart ache.
Thunder roaring.
lungs echoing.
Fists pounding.
Waves crashing.
Tears pouring.
Rain plummeting.
I couldn't get it out.
The words I wanted to say.
Laying on the hard sand.
The wind whispers.
I'm all alone.

I glance around a crowded room.
With a sudden breath I was on the floor.
Literally.
A boy with light brown eyes and a witty smile.
Knocked me right off my feet.
Coincidence I imagine.
At first sight of his face I knew.
I knew what I wanted.
We exchanged names.
Later on some sweet words.
Soon a first kiss.
Then a second.
And many more after.
Till I realized I was in love.
Swayed by the emotions that touched my heart.
Almost too good to be true.
Tricked.
Enchanted.

I laid my own arm out.
Faith and trust I invoked within you.
My heart spilled out upon the floor.
As I left open my emotional door.
Corrupted and twisted.
You took advantage.
Was your loyalty too much to manage?
You stole what was mine.
It was not your time.
Now you drown in misery.
I hold complete apathy.
Your face is dead to me.

Our bodies ******* as we become one.
You trace the outline of my spine.
Subtle kisses.
Lost in endless time.
Take the last hit of no regrets.
As your morals run out.
Like the last drop of Jack.
Sweet scent of seduction.
Gentle becomes violent.
Afterwords you lay in that bed.
Nicotine regret fills the room.
Until you finally rest your head.
Accept your beautiful mistake.

Distilled by my lies.
Ripped apart by my sorrow.
Tainted by past.
While each day passes by.
I wouldn't dare change a ******* thing.
This is my life.
All my pain.
All my tears.
My glowing smile.
My subtle happiness.
The picture my life is painting for me.
It's a beautiful disaster.
As life should be.
Breathe in the smoke.
Take a look in the mirror.
You are who you are.
Because you are suppose to be.

Crawling toward you.
Tranced in your malevolent eyes.
Controlling my mind.
Skin lightly brushing.
Tenderness enticed me.
Erotica whispering in my left ear.
Pushed up against a hard wall.
And your intoxicating kiss.
Hands covering my body.
Squealing for the moment of perfection.
My nails leaving you wounded.
Biting and scratching for the high I crave.
Till I give a final gasp.
A little giggle of success.
And a peck on your cheek.
Sweet dreams.