The Rose

I am a fiend
I am hypocrisy
I am the lust
I'm not to trust
Hiding myself from me
The definition of disease

I pricked my finger on the rose
Held up my hand to see the hole
And watched the poison slowly take control
Just a little sip, a little taste, a little more
Suck the bottle dry
Abandon myself tonight

Strap on the mask
Bathe in the broken glass
Try not to fuss
It won't hurt much
Just close your eyes you'll see
Annihilation
Time to feed

How did I fall so far from your warm embrace
I let the virus take my place
If there's a thread of my left inside my veins
Oh God, don't let it be erased
I pricked my finger on the rose
I grabbed the thorns
And squeezed right down to the bone