As you know the rose
Possesses a thorn.
This thorn is hidden
From the victim it pricks.
I am different.

I do not choose
To hide my thorn.
For if I had a choice,
I would not mourn.
Yet my demon form
I cannot unleash
By will,
By force,
It will drive me insane.

Then I saw the tiny box
That was able to release my thorn.
He cowered in fear
At my coldhearted glare.
I didn't believe
That my heart was there.
Yet it fealt so cleansed,
So right,
So pure,
I refused to give it up.

The young boy was revealed,
And he cowered behind my back.
A large plant took root,
And he died through his own trickery.
A sword pierced him,
As my human mind watched,
Helpless and afraid.

Why did I do such a thing
When I always strive for peace?
Why did I let my own heart go cold
When it had always been so warm?
Yoko took control,
And I killed with pleasure,
Let my own pure heart soil.

Yet now I look back,.
Regret what I did,
And turn away from
That fraction of the past.
Nothing can bring back that feeling,
The feel of true power,
The feel of true control.
Yet I couldn't use that power
To control my frigid soul.