Her secret admirer leaves roses at her door, and
Just like the Rose,
His love will be Perennial.

Her secret admirer leaves roses at her door, and
Just like the Rose;
Her Beauty dwells of Rose Petals for lashes that'll
Rapture you until you die, die, die.

Nails as serrated thorns that has talons that'll claw
unto your heart until you bleed, bleed, bleed,

Legs and Arms as vines, that'll slowly Mantle.
Around your throat, and you'll suffocate,
suffocate, suffocate,
Until you plead for her mercy because her lips
drip Honey, and her mouth is smoother than oil
but in the end,

She is bitter as wormwood,
She is sharp as a thorn,
Her feet go down to death,
Her steps lay ahold of hell.

And,
You do not hold a strand of knowledge of them.

© Willows