These thoughts

Do i want to run those rose petals up from the ankle to the knee

or stop half way and let the thorns scratch you till you bleed? 

run my fingers through your smooth silky hair? 

or pull it tightly around your neck and choke you to death 

Dark thoughts originated from love and desire 

Intoxicated by the jealous passion that's setting fire 

It's burning in my heart and my eyes 

turning my loving gaze into glares of ice

oh i'm sitting here, contemplating the idea 

of a dagger i'ld love to hold with the sharp end to your neck 

tied your hands with these chains 

tighter and tighter till i can hear ur bones crack 

i look down at you and you're smiling at me 

because the scene played out differently in reality 

i wanted to torture you 

but i made love to you 

i coloured my rose tinted glasses, black  

while trying to make your black shades run red.