Drawn with the ink

that will stain

for longer

than my tears

ever could,

I've been left

with the rose's

tainted kiss

across my skin,

so beautiful

but misunderstood.

Like a drug

to the needle,

that numbing pain

only to scream for

and I want more

of those sweet

piercing caresses,

that leave

those secret scars

I can take with me