Black Roses

A bouquet of black silk roses
Convieniently within eye's view on a shelf
Serves as a constant reminder
And the perfect catalyst
For nightly terrors
In which I play the assassin
To each new piece of arm candy
You dare bring before me
Or is it really myself
What you wanted me to be
Drowned, beaten, hacked into bits
If only I wasn't so fond
Of those damned roses
I might get a decent night's sleep