Sweet Rose of Rage
like poetry in motion she's getting to me
like prophecy unfolding her notion is a beast
i'm rising like yeast and falling like angels
blocked off and blacked out she cuts off every avenue and angle
i struggle and i strangle as she steals another kiss
it's getting deeper and it's darker,one step closer to my death
she's a flower of forever in a field of sad scarecrows
like a queen of smooth seduction,sitting in her seat of scorn
i get tangled up and torn as she's coming out to play
my stomach turns sour as she whispers my name
she's a thorn in my soul
she's my sweet rose of rage
her red hair flows like volcanic lava
as she slithers closer to me my heart beats hard like deathbeat dramas
she smiles a shark tooth grin that slices me apart like a swarm of pirahnas
my triple locked doors she opens with ease
my heart,mind,and soul they fall at her feet
in war and in peace i'm her prisoner of pain
she's a thorn in my soul
she's my sweet rose of raqe
her innocence withers and turns into guilt
still i drink from her fountain of poisonous milk
we make love in blood rivers and cyanide streams
she controls and contorts all my thoughts and my dreams
i hide and she seeks...too quick to be found
i stay blinded and bound to the sights and the sounds from a harlots mad hate
she's a thorn in my soul
she's my sweet rose of rage
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