It's what I plan for you to receive,
That's for me to gain then for me to give.
It's the typical hue of a classic rose,
Which gives off that sweet scent that flows.
Don't get me wrong as I'm not trying to be romantic,
Or mistaken me as a creepy psychotic.
Once you do you'll forever regret it,
As I start to cover your body with slit.
The dash of red that blood produces,
Is the kind of color I love I confess.
It may look dull as it appears so plain,
But I really love a warm and fresh bloodstain.