today is a poetry,
tomorrow a prose,
In two days will end reality,
Behind a big and white rose.
I will never forget you,
You pain who colored it,
With the red of my blood,
transformed pain into love.
Pretty rose is now red,
And continue to suck blood.
I just make sure it never ends,
Keeping my pretty girlfriend caged.
Should she one day be free,
torture my ennemies,
leave their limbs on the ground,
making them look like worms.
"Worm oh my little worm,
How do you feel now ?
Do you feel useful ?
Do you feel good ?
Do you feel this fuel,
That made me continue,
To hope for a moment alone with you ?
Look at these arms, look at your legs,
Look at how pretty they are.
I wonder if society will accept you now..."