Bloody Dark Rose
Planted in the dark soil of Earth,
Grown in the shadows,
Black petales bloom beneath the New Moon,
Your time has come,
In the Mirror reflicks a creature,
Bloody Marrey is not the Crises,
You walk the Holy grave,
The wolves howls your Name,
Hold your lover's ashes,
While you get back flashes,
His flesh turns to dust,
While your memories flies to dusk,
Darkness hears the tears you cry,
Weeping yourself to sleep,
Beneath the bruse skies,
As your face turns pale,
You're not the cause of all the blames,
You're laying by the tomb stone bless by the shame,
Your life is untame,
This is God's game,
You want to go insane,
Put your voice to silent in the night,
On the October of Eve,
The wind blows whispering lost souls,
Your last hope falls like the last leaves on trees,
You believe that Death is an Art in many ways,
As you hold the knife in your hand,
People don't understand,
Your blood is the Ink and Paint,
Your kinfe is the penicle and Brush,
The Devil is your paper,
God is your eraser,
As you bleed your pain,
Clean your soul with the rain,
While you sleep yourself to Death,
Look at the stars that look like eyes,
One last look at the Moon that shines,
Take your last cold breath,
Your night is hallow,
Your Moon is Red,
I wake the Dark path,
That leads to Death's shadow,
Seeing the the Dark Rose that bleeds red,
I lay beside your Death's bed,
I'm confused from the sleeping and The Dead,
"I kiss your lips"
"The kiss of Death"
"The lips of the thief"
"The grief in the night"
I feel so Guilty,
Im so filthy
Holding you to my Heart,
Death is an Art,
So I leave my mark,
As you bleed in the Dark,
You are known as My Bloody Dark Rose,
Lain in my arms as a Dead Rose.
|
|
