Roses aren't red,
Violets are not always blue.
You tried to save me from my demons—
but the devil was you.

With bare hands
my soul he tore,
but I love not the man less—
I loved him even more.

Screams on the counter,
blood spilt on the floor.
Sobbing with torment,
what hope could I ask for.

I've accepted your thorns,
let them pierce through my skin.
For staying is my valor
and loving you was my sin.