The bleeding rose
With its tear-filled eyes
Of blood and discord
Dripping below
A desire once remembered
Is the thorn of human nature
So the bleeding rose tries to stop
Looking towards the light
But the bleeding rose is covered in black
Does not know if the cause is
Ignorance, burden, or blindness
The bleeding tears fall in a blue shade
Asking, praying, doubting
Asking, praying, confusion
Trying to forget the bloody tears,
The bleeding rose turns numb
Idle in a state of nothingness
Idle in a state of confusion
Idle in a deep sleep
Will the rose bleed, die, or live?
When will the black rose be red?
When will the blue rose be yellow?
When will the pink rose be green?
When will the red rose be white?
With its tear-filled eyes
Of blood and discord
Dripping below
A desire once remembered
Is the thorn of human nature
So the bleeding rose tries to stop
Looking towards the light
But the bleeding rose is covered in black
Does not know if the cause is
Ignorance, burden, or blindness
The bleeding tears fall in a blue shade
Asking, praying, doubting
Asking, praying, confusion
Trying to forget the bloody tears,
The bleeding rose turns numb
Idle in a state of nothingness
Idle in a state of confusion
Idle in a deep sleep
Will the rose bleed, die, or live?
When will the black rose be red?
When will the blue rose be yellow?
When will the pink rose be green?
When will the red rose be white?
