Roses Were Red

Roses arered, Violets areblue.
I love all the colours that pour out of you.

A knife in my hand, I slice through your flesh.
In wonder I stare at your wounds, all so fresh.

You scream and you cry, death's not what you want.
You ruined your chances; deserved what you got.

The blood is so
red, your face now turnsblue.
If you hadn't killed me, I might have spared you.

Roses were
red... Violets wereblue...
And now you're all dead, our lives are all through...