Don't bleed into the petals of life for they will wilt and wayne,
bending and blending into a pendulams swing,
gracing times depth with the abyss of which light hides.

Death turns, shoots and burns the rose of which mtches the stars beauty,
daisys close like the days eyes hiding from the angel tears and devils rage.

Feeding the earth they cry its not over,
the earth feeds on the roses corpse hidden from days eyes.

It's over now, the nightmare lives and rules the night as the
dreams death lingers bitterly on my tongue.