24 October 2012
Roses are red
Their petals litter the bed
A trail leading from the door
All the way to the morgue
They swirl in the wind
As you've lost your mind
Scattered all around
Your coffin bound
Violets are blue
Your time is past-due
Your color has drained
It must of been pained
Who is sorry
After all they wanted you dead
The main-course was your head
The appetizer was delicious
All your lost wishes
I hope you had funn
We sure did
Roses • Opuss № I