Roses Are Red
By Emily Thrasher
Blood dripping off a rose
Watch as it grows
Sharper than before
Evil to the core
Cursed to die
I wonder why
Dark as night
It needs no light
It craves blood
So it will bud
A rose so black
Life it lacks
It likes to kill
So do its will
Stab each other
Burn your brother
You'll feel better
As the blood gets redder
Feed your soul
Life shall not be dull
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