Yuki-Kamakazi

Corpses in the thorns Petals drown in crimson blood there are corpses hanging in the thorns an arm of putrid, rotting flesh the deaths waltz on death's door their eyes like cold mirrors bodies bloated and ashen there are corpses hanging in the thorns the roses shaping them crowns intoxication laced with lost intention the shadows accumulate in the vines there are corpses hanging in the thorns life has long since fled the skin cold as emotionless crystal grim faces pulled tight over grinning skulls the roses with petals not quite black the blood drips in careless puddles and there are corpses hanging in the thorns