Play with Me

Red as the rose's lover's thorns,
Dark and bleeding for my monsieur,
To take mien hand, own it right,
With thy ring, symbolizing night,

Screams they thicken by mine eyes,
Holding for life that's left to die,
Voices touching, breaking minds,
Cruel, unruly and so unkind,

Full lips, completely tainted,
Heavily black they're painted,
A grip one can not escape,
Pushed down and gang raped,

"We love to sing around your grave,
Singing away your hope of being saved"
Penetrating deep as sin,
There's no point fighting, let them win,

The curdling screams begin to soften,
As she's put to lay in her coffin,
They don't even realise their loving a corpse,
As there actions are completely warped,

Bonjour thy death, thy love,
Come to take mine soul above,
"To the underworld is where we'll all lay,
For all eternity we shall play".

Wrote on March 6th, 2007
© Samantha Jayne Reed