Romantic evening in Sunset Park
Curled up in his arms through the night so dark
The candle light giving his black eyes a spark
Blood drops on white roses.
Back at home we're all alone
Calling his name as he calls me own
Shivers of pleasure and heightened moans
Blood drops on white roses.
Fast asleep he quietly breathes
Slow and steady I open the drawer with ease
Shaking slightly I give the trigger a squeeze
Blood drops on white roses.
Locked in his casket under the ground
The soul I slaughtered, a secret never to be found
Others weep quietly while I make not a sound
Blood drops on white roses.
Haunting me in my nightly dreams
Inside I'm frightened as my soul screams
Slowly trickling, my blood streams
Blood drops on white roses.
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