• A black kiss to the lips of the seldom midnight sun,
    Promises are lies,
    Spoken by gifted a tongue.

    A velvet crimson that shines like the moon,
    Diamonds shimmer,
    Upon each bloom.

    A lovely promise,
    A deadly lie,
    The roses shall forever cry.

    A symbol of love,
    The promise of goodbye,
    My sun no longer shines above.

    Without you here,
    The rose is my reminder
    Of why I hold you so dear.

    Love is born a broken mirror,
    Reflecting life's evils,
    Making them clearer.

    It shows the bloody corpse of me,
    Lying there, rose in hand,
    To finally make my dreary spirit free.

    I just want to be with you forever,
    So with a pristine rose I take my life,
    And sleep so I may wake? Never.