friends that mean the world

twisted sisters

Two dark rose,
Grow side by side

Both look beautiful and kind,
But on the inside is the darkest mind.

Dark roses that lie in a field of fake pink
Stand the strong and beautiful together.

They call to be picked
But beware for these roses have thorns.

For once your finger is pricked
The ravens will call.

When the blood starts to flow
And drip on to the dark rose.

The reaper from with in
will come to call.

So never pick the dark roses in a field of fake pink
For you may lose your soul.

For the dark roses hide a secret
From with in

For they are the twisted sisters of the reapers own soul,

if you think that the reaper is bad 

the twisted sister are worse

for no one know a twisted mind quite like a sister in soul

the sister a traped in the dark roses 

and if you listen well you can her there cries.

for no one knows a twisted mind,

quite like a sister in mind