'Pop' hoes the sound of hope in the brightly lit field of daises
The dust in my hands are the last of my wishes as my lips tenderly blow them away
I watch them linger in the air around me but I cannot let them stay
The field of daises darken as the sky turns a violent purple and the flowers wilter away
Thunder crashes, the only light is now that of the lighting far off in the distance
Roses appear, blood red roses, they spread like wild fire, thorns ready
They wrap their deathly grip around my heart until I can feel it fading away
Their thorns leave me bleeding, wanting to beg for mercy
But I don't
The roses are like vines as they now constrict around you beautiful heart
Until your last beat, then I shall never love again