sweet feeling
oh how you torment me
always healing
these scars do pain me

black gloves
to cover red blood
carvings cover
they hide
then the blood is
sucked away

blooming like a flower
a red rose
pouring out my last hour
the bleakness i hold grows

a black rose
from whence the corpse arose
eyes shining with unholy light
come...
come to spread the blight