Black Roses

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!