Romantic evening in Sunset Park Curled up in his arms through the night so dark The candle light giving his black eyes a spark Blood drops on white roses. Back at home we're all alone Calling his name as he calls my own Shivers of pleasure and heightened moans Blood drops on white roses. Fast asleep he quietly breathes Slow and steady I open the drawer with ease Shaking slightly I give the trigger a squeeze Blood drops on white roses. Locked in his casket under the ground The soul I slaughtered, a secret never to be found Others weep quietly while I make not a sound Blood drops on white roses. Haunting me in my nightly dreams Inside I'm frightened as my soul screams Slowly trickling, my blood streams Blood drops on white roses.Birth sign: Pisces
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