Bleeding Rose
So dark it seems, emerging from lite
Feeling like vandalistic beauty by its amazing site
Glamorous pain is all it shows
Revealing nothing but a bleeding rose
The dripping syrup crimson red
Oozes down the lip as it no longer be fed
The blood rushes in streams
So manipulative, only be seen in its darkest dreams
The blood thickens and faster it flows
Showing nothing but a Bleeding Rose
Evil fills its moral thoughts
Seeming all is vanished and all is lost
But it must mend
Because beauty must ascend
Bliss would fill as it flares and glows
Sketching nothing but a bleeding rose
So hard to find
So hard to bind
But in the end
It all will merely unbend
It's glam continues hiding in the large rose thorn
But it will get torn
So disgustingly like the delicate heart
Getting killed instantly by a love broken, part
The pain will rush, but it soon slows
Because it's nothing but the Bleeding Rose