Roses

Roses are bloody and violets are dead
head held high im waiting for dread

relaxing to the beat of a dead mans heart
the innocent beg for the screams not to start

feeling the high from feeding off that random guy
i smile to myself as his blood drips from the top shelf

laughing out loud
i try drowning out the sound

of the beat of the drum
all the while the demons come

from the skies they fly
the arent stopping till i die

so for now my future friends
ill leave you with this twisted storyline