Revenge On Cupid

The roses are dead, the violets are too.
A vampiric gift from me to you.

Carnations of black and crimson too.
A gothic love felt for you.



Roses are black.
Violets are dead.
I want you.
Out of my head.

Cancer is killing.
And snowflakes are blue.
I am so fucking.
Sick of you.

Gold is expensive.
Hearts are torn.
And I don't understand.
Why yours is so warm.

Love is beautiful.
Yours is a lie.
So I guess.
This is your goodbye.