Red Rose, Running River of Blood

Valentines here, my mind is gone,
Well you want some fucking emotion,
Its in liquid form, dripping from my arm,
Its a painful, love quenching potion.

You have no idea how I feel,
And you won't until my death,
How will you feel when im hanging?
What will I say with my dying breath?

I will paint you a red rose,
It will be as sweet as a kiss,
My paintbrush a stanley knife,
My canvas is my wrist.

Your the one I despiritely need,
The one I despirately crave,
If there is something you need to tell me,
You'll have to tell it to my grave.