Roses have throwns...

Roses are black
Violets are foul
They can fall down
To the depths of hell

My valentines gift
Is a tribute to guys
Ill take my knife
And shove it through them

Then Ill take it out
And lick its clean
Then for eternity
They'll answer to me

Their soul will be bond
By this bloody thread
And Ill be satisfied
Without a tear shed

The doctors can tries
To save their pitiful life
But their soul is stuck
Upon my knife

They wont be lonely
For very long
Just wait until another
Decides to do me wrong

You men will regret
The things you guys say
And eventually you'll learn
Not to sway

I am the queen of my palace
The ruler of my throne
I will not be denied
Or even overthrown

Ill kill who I please
Even drink all their blood
To try to help my heart
Which is so torn apart

Their eyes will sit in a jar
Upon my bloody crown
As a warning to all men
Who try to bring me down

I am the champion
At the game of lust and love
Lets play a little
And find out where you end up.