This rose is my life and my heart,
And my body is only yours to abuse.
Please tear my skin with its thorns,
Let my black blood be your muse.

And when you write with my blood on the earth,
Recall my lips which are torn into pieces.
And remember the taste of the blood in your mouth,
From my long, dark, bitter-sweet kisses.

The flames of hell are growing within,
I can see a fraction of joy in your eyes.
And I only wish you to throw me in,
Into the flames of your heart which are gory ice.