• Oh my rose,
    From red to bleeding blue,
    I can never believe,
    This thought to be true.

    Delicate petals,
    Soft like the rain,
    Whom fall apart,
    From hidden pain.

    My rose,
    That bleeds,
    My rose,
    And its needs.

    Why do you keep silent,
    When I can see your scream?
    Why do you awake,
    If you love so much, that dream?

    Rose, with your thorns,
    Rose, who has been tattered,
    Who's once loving heart,
    Has been ripped and shattered.

    Your sharp edges,
    They have grown stronger.
    Waking to golden dawns,
    You can stand no longer.

    With it's light,
    I see the tears in each place,
    I watch you fall,
    Now death, stands in your space.

    Rose, i've held forever,
    The one who has stayed true,
    You lie empty on the floor,
    Every petal bleeding blue.