The land of blood and roses

your smile frightens me,
It is like a sudden craze
but I could never get away,
in this drunken haze.

I pop a pill or two,
could it make it go away?
Life is so unreal...
and I have forgotten how to pray.

I sleep and I get high,
and the days just intertwine,
when you live the way I do,
with your bloody hand in mine.

it drips again,
as you lay on the floor below,
why did you do it?
I ask, even though I already know.

You take me to the rose garden,
the tenth time this year,
you cry at midnight,
because you haven't had a beer.

Mom died today,
and I couldn't bring myself to care.
I think something's wrong with me,
cause I didn't shed a tear.

you snuck in my window at night,
and cuddled me to your side,
that's the first time I knew,
that you had always lied.

I got up one morning,
and actually went to church,
after, everything seemed better,
even that broken birch.

I cried for the first time,
and it hurt like hell,
I didn't realize,
I had never told her farewell.

I did it to dround out the pain,
but I think it just made it worse.
what the hell, I'll pop another,
and write a little verse.

I went to a party last night,
but you weren't there,
I cut my arms open again,
and the fucking meat looks rare.

I'm back in the rose garden,
and all around me, the world decomposes,
life is so hard,
living, in the land of blood and roses.