Dead Rose

<br>smell the rose.<br>sweet inspiration.<br>does it make you want to fuck?<br>then go fuck yourself.<br>you`re scarred with imperfection, but aren`t we all?<br>harder. does it feel good?<br>oh how we love the pain.<br>consume. buy yourself love.<br>love doesn`t want you.<br>it hurts, but i was born into this. love hurts.<br>makes me hate you. make me fuck them.<br>corrupt minds, thoughts and feelings beauty.<br>fuck it hard. harder. fuck me.<br>i have. our love is dead.<br>pain orchestrates this art.<br>sometimes i feel, but i cant feel.<br>unwanted by my virgin.<br>and i`ll slice my throat on a thorn of the dead rose you left me with.<br>and on our last kiss...she leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. dead rose.