Dead Rose

smell the rose. sweet inspiration. does it make you want to f**k? then go f**k 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 f**k them. corrupt minds, thoughts and feelings beauty. f**k it hard. harder. f**k me. i have. our love is dead. pain orchestrates this art. sometimes i feel, but i cant 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.