A thorn of a rose pierces my skin.
I find that love is all but a sin.
What madman told me to hate?
I need to rethink before its too late.
I’ve crushed every heart that I’ll ever hold
Filled up my soul with disgrace and cold.
My words are sharp; used to kill.
Pain and fury are my greatest thrill.
My veins are filled with vicious blood.
The kind that leaves yours in the mud.
I’ve tried to change; Worthless attempts.
I soon found out that the devil tempts.
What kind of monster have I become.
I do believe; my dark deed is done.
