You n my roses

These roses are dead
these violets are too
all of my loathing
I hold for you
that sweet crimson honey
I long to see
a blood covered corpse
a soulless frame
I send you to hell
from which you came

These roses are dead
these violets are too
all you are
is that thorn in my view
that pinch at my skin
the pain I feel
like the sweet combination
of skin meeting steal
death will not hurt
not for long
give into darkness
dont try to be strong
cower in the corner
of your empty mind
become dead to me
leave yourself behind
follow the light
never return
I send you to hell
where you shall burn!