Roses like poison,
In the folds of a Diary.
Marking every contract.

A rose for a life,
To create a death.
Unspoken bloodshed.

A rose is poison,
With thorns of words.
A service to its master.

A rose is like poison,
It makes no difference,
If you are forgiven.

A rose is set,
Your blood is mine.
The Contract begins,
Bound by Blood.