Holding Guns to Roses (Mr. Anti-hero)

An ocean of sand

a white droplet on tan 

mahogany moonstones and cherry blossoms

a trail for the damned

The world turns its back

heart to black

fading on the edges

until the void laughs back

They don't understand

they had him trapped

he's holding guns to roses

the devil's tying the sac

They claim depravity in his eyes

don't realize it's just the tears have dried

he carries the intentions in his head

they think his heart has died

Still those pure smiles are in the back of his mind

the love of his life

shedding tears and haunting him still

he only ever had good will

hidden behind bullets and steel

That's just what he does

killing until there's not enough blood

Staining his hands so she doesn't have to suffer

he'll become the devil so she stays as heaven's bud