Noxious Flower

When my petals are gloved

Someone gets my knife’s fatal kiss

Don't they want to feel loved

Don’t they want a romantic bliss

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Ugh, I hate the smell of metal.

My knife has kisses spread

Over its edge where they settle.

I can’t afford more red.

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Man, woman, doesn’t matter

They can all share my loving dreams

Why do loved ones scatter

I only want to hear their screams

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Their screams flail in my melted ears,

Screams I can’t get rid of.

Her “kisses” invoke immense fear.

Scars are what she calls love.

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I give my friends care from above

Kissing beyond the bone

Even if they don’t give me love

I’ll give some of my own

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To a degree, it’s true

What they think. I did it.

But I never wanted to do

Something so barbaric.

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They retreat back to shade

When I do what they did to me

Fleeing my red-drenched blade

It’s my form of love, don’t you see

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It dries. I see it all

On my soaked knife and gloves,

The souvenirs she stole from all

Those who she says she loves.

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Now I can look at them close up

Those I loved and care for

Their love for me is drying up

It’s time for them to give me more

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It doesn’t last very long.

It dries up, and she wants more.

It always feels so wrong,

But I can’t stop her lust for gore.

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Looking at it I remember

How much they all love me

That’s why I return the favor

Now everyone is happy

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Each stroke hurts me as well.

When she stabs them, I feel it, too.

Every scar burns like Hell,

But there’s nothing I can do.