Bludrose [Nick]

Suppose his red roses
don't carry disease
suppose his red roses
carry relief

blood roses are the worst of their kind
they get into your head and mess with your mind
their poisonous thorns will change the way you think
they're stained with blood liken paper stained with ink

he will approach you with those pretty things
he will treat you just like you're a queen
he will get close to you so close you cant breathe
he'll hand you the roses then you'll start to bleed

suppose his red roses
don't carry disease
suppose his red roses
carry sweet release

blood roses get into your veins
blood roses will wait until your slain
the poisons will go throughout your body
so if you want to live stay with me

I was cursed to carry those blood roses
and to carry the thorns with fatal doses
I tried to warn you but you did not hear
you're blinded by the rose and you came to near

suppose my evil eyes
would warn you of the poison
suppose my evil eyes
would make you run

blood roses are the worst of their kind
they get into your head and mess with your mind
their poisonous thorns will change the way you think
they're stained with blood liken paper stained with ink

***Another Poem by Nick. i posted the original, i decided that it is his work and i cannot edit it without him knowing, so.***
~~~don't worry, i'll relay any comments directly to Nick himself~~~