Tainted Blood

As eyes close,

Two roses did thy see,

One red, as pure blood,

The other black, as night above.

Each sung their song to you,

Drawing closer to you,

And your heart beats,

Louder and Louder.

But beware the throns,

Surrounding you,

Caging you,

Trapping you.

To escape form this labrinth,

A rose is your key,

But, which shall you choose,

Which shall prick thy finger...

...Oh what has tainted thy blood?