He took the rose and smiled, he knows what is about to unfold.
Day by day she burried the rose deeper into his heart he couldn't stop her, he couldn't refuse the love he once craved so much.
The rose bloomed and turned as dark as the clash of their true selves.
He was a pure, light being, she showed him dark and twisted needs.
She tied him down with the rose, no remorse.
He couldn't fight back, he didn't want to.
She took over him, inch by inch, left him powerless, tied down.
And the light is now obscured by the dark, unveiling the sacrament of sin...