Hand out the drugs in lethal doses,
And I’d slit the throats of all the living roses,
These colours swirling,
The ones twisting and turning,
The red, white and pink,
Ill kill them all, no time to rethink,
They take the faces of those I hate,
So killing them feels so great,
But in the morning as I wake,
I think “what did I take?”
To kill all the roses in sight ,
To be left in this sorry plight,
Now the colours all turn black,
As I look at last nights attack,
I say sorry to the helpless roses,
If only I hadn't taken the lethal doses…
