He told me he didn’t have a favorite color so I thought I’d help him find it.
I showed him the forest but he didn’t like the endless primeval.
I pointed at the sun but it burned away at his soul.
The moonlit sky was worst because it gave peace to his corrupt heart.
I took him to the field of gardens to show him pink,orange,purple an more, but they made his mind dazed.
While I retrate rose Thorns captured me, blood ran from my body.
His eye held excitement so I assumed he loved the red of the rose, not knowing that he actually lust over the  mahogany of my blood 🤎