The Blood Roses

The Blood Roses.

You cannot know me,

These are the days of the more,

Blood red roses cannot save me,

All of it bleeds to black.

Only the bleeding can know,

Only black roses we'll throw.

Time cannot heal me,

The coffin will go down,

The curtain will drop,

All the blood red roses will fade to black night.

Only the bleeding can know,

Only red roses we'll throw.

You cannot save me from the dark,

The time has come for me to die,

The blood red roses will suffocate,

In the darkness behind the curtain,

The night will churn with all of the blood roses.

Only the bleeding can know,

Only black roses we'll throw.

I will go through and bear the pain,

Because I know the roses are worth it,

Things cannot go the way we want,

With all of the blood red roses.

Only the bleeding can know,

Only red roses we'll throw.

Only the dead can know,

Of the darkness beyond the curtain.

And we'll throw black roses,

Your life will end on darkness.

In time it all goes black,

The parade will march without you.

I want you to know, I can still love you,

With all of these blood red roses.

Only the bleeding can know.

Only black roses we'll throw.

These are the rhymes of the roses.

A time to dance and a time to die,

The ones I love will pay with black roses,

With all of the blood black roses.

Only the bleeding can know.

Only red roses we'll throw.

Seething, as I bite back the bleeding,

Boiling with rage of the more,

In this deadly storm,

I will trust the blood black roses.

Only the bleeding can know.

Only red roses we'll throw.