Ready For Red

The handsome flower devil dances with red roses as the withering petals decease, and go unnoticed just as all the pretty people toss their flowing hair while laughing at the losers because they simply cannot care Those same flower devils once made fun of me but I could see their shortcomings disguised so flawlessly if you penetrate them they know not how to act before I ever knew it would be a knife was in my back Lead my life to ruin dancer of the flora I can see the peace inside a slightly violet aura hiding deep within you leave it under skin as if life itself irritates you and the rash is violence so why do the butterflies drink from my withering willows? in a garden of ugliness full of the newborn heros hiding unstrung war bows for a day of reckon with a fist full of arrows a single finger beckons ready for red