Crimson

Love is like tear stained roses,

Dipped into blood,

As if that weren't enought,

She's thinking thoughts of suicide,

Wanting her knight in shining armor,

Realizing the armor was just a disguise,

Lifting up the mask,

Finally seeing his soul is black inside,

Not caring her tears are made of blood,

He just disappears,

Leaving her with a knife in her hand,

People always say,

Crimson looks good on her,

She doesn't want him,

Its the need,

Longing for him,

Praying he will be on the other side,

Whispering if not tell him good-bye.