Ashes of roses
Shadows of breath
You turn to ice beneath my lips
My lips taste of death
Brief moments of perfection
But tears freeze in my eyes
No joy in your gentleness
No wonder at the sunrise
I walk with the living
But I am the dead
Your holy embraces
Can't warm my cold bed
An angel from heaven
Can't love a man trapped in hell
A flesh-and-blood woman
Is useless, as well
My heart is yours, lady
But my curse is my own
Your love is perfect—
But my heart is a stone
Ashes of roses
Remnants of love
When a famishing raven
Touched a perfect white dove