MOONLIGHT SONATA . . . regulus black

𝖝𝖛𝖎. all roses have thorns

every moment in your presence
was painfully beautiful.

i ran in my pretty rose garden
soft petals cares my fingertips
the perfume overwhelms my lungs
flowers bloom in my throat
and i can't help but shudder in pleasure
as your cold hands touch mine.

but all roses have thorns

i saw what the dark lord did to you
the garden seemed to turn into a hellgate
prickles tear my skin
which bleeds and bleeds and bleeds.

i am running out of blood for you, my dear.