Red as the blood seeping through my skin.
Such a beautiful thing, people say;
Such a repulsive piece of filth, my mind says.
Each petal, each silken sheet of essence,
Falls down to the water, drowns in guilt, in regret.
The crimson skin liquids drip and drop
Into the ocean of fear and wrath.
Vengeance lies deep within shattered hearts.
Two saddened spirits shed tears and skin in unison,
Never to experience pleasure,
Never to know what happiness lies beyond.
Beyond the gates of anarchy
Will be the world of freedom and passion.
We want so much to go there;
To know what it's like;
To taste it.
The chains of deceit hold us back.
The last petal falls, deep within my tide of fright.
The last drop trickles and turns to lies
That were burned into our minds of lust and sweetness.
Darkness from each crimson tear
Drains our souls.
Shame and sorrow replace what there may have been.
Unclean serpents leak out and destroy
The silken sheets, a beauty no more.
Eyes of sorrow and regret cry to the music of hatred,
The last chance to give it all away is now;
Forever lost in the depths plagued with blackness.
That last petal, that last crimson tear,
Was the last chance for freedom.
Nightmare demons cry out in victory.
Senseless torture wins the fight.
A beautiful rose is now a dried stem,
A beautiful creature is now lost in ugly defeat.
For every cut that's made, a wonderous rose loses a petal.