Black Roses
Black Roses
Elegant, beautiful
Black Roses
Delicate, pure
Now spoiled
Turned black
Black Roses
Death, bloodlust
The thorns pulling at your skin
Ripping it to shreds
Black Roses
Insane, impure
Dancing to a different tune
Seeing what no other sees
Hearing what no other hears
A child
Black Roses
Death, fine
Bloodlust, beautiful
Insane, delicate
Impure, pure
Black Roses
once white
A/N: I wrote this about Drusilla, but I guess you could associate it with Spike or Angelus if you feel like it. Please Review!