Red Roses

All the Roses have died
Shriveled and gone.
All my memories blooming
to nightmares-
I'm scared.

When I sleep at night I see him there
Just like he was-
He'll just sit and stare...
coaxing me toward him
calling my name-
The devil himself-
asking me, to play his game...

But I can't do it no more-
To me he is dead.
Just like the roses-
and the heart that he shred.

The pain that he gave me-
The beatings I took
are fading ripples,
in my memories pool.
The reasons he fades,
are secret, but I'll tell you...

I have found someone new
someone to hold me right
and when he brings me roses-
they aren't painted in blood.
when my love calls my name-
its with love, and not taken in vain.

But until I've let my devil go,
No one can ever know.
If he found that my heart could mend
He'd drag me back to hell
....with him...