last love and it's pure |
I sleep with red roses at my side.
But only the black rose can make me feel whole
And she isn’t even here
Why
I look at myself and see
My own red colour shifting
The stains on this red rose that you event can’t imagine
And it all cloured black
Breathing smoke that makes this redness fade under
I hear lyrics far from bright thoughts
Crying til my arms cry too
Dressed up after the emotions that runs through my head
Everything is black
And it all makes sense
Perfectly proper to my dancing partner
His name is death
But as I see death is dancing with the black rose i’ve been looking for
Suddenly I’am alone again
But this time it’s diffrent
Walking slowly towards them
Thinking if she will like me
Answer no will be the end
Because death already aimed his gun at the back of my head
I rip out my organs and use my viens to wire it as a bouquet
Ready to bleed for her I ask death
May I?
He looks at her and I know
It’s her choice to decide
Happily she put her arms around me
And we both know that a love this pure is the highest to gain
Red become the new black
But if this somehow would break
It will not only be pain
Triggering sound
Death awaits
|
| Kommentarer - (Snittbetyg: 5) | | Immortal_Me - 27 mar 14 - 21:57 | | Ruskigt bra ! | glasbit - 18 jul 07 - 19:33- Betyg:  | oj! gud vilken stark text! skitbra! kärleken på en skör tråd, klockren beskrivning!
tobbe, jag älskar den! |
|
|
|
