Roses are Red, My blood is red too.
A HisokaxMuraki poem.
Rose on my fingertip.
Bite through the skin.
Let the thorn tear through.
Let the blood rush begin.
Craving such pleasures.
Fearing such pain.
Charming the victim.
Killing the shame.
Made for something very different.
Made for more than what I am.
Made for you is someone special.
Made for you is all but me.
I see the lust lit in your eye.
I tell the passion gone.
I know your love lies in a dieing heart.
I need to hear you say I'm wrong.
"Stop." I cry out often.
"Stop." Is all just lies.
One wish I could always have.
Is that you wouldn't move aside.
"Tear me." I want to tell you.
"Break me." I yearn to say.
Pride sometimes will kill intentions
Turn us in dissarray.
"I'm sorry." Is all I utter out.
"Master." I manage to gasp.
Save me doctor, save me please.
Before all is out of grasp.
Owari
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