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.
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.
