Slowing down everything to a still
So I can spend one last day with you
Before you leave my arms, my sweet rose
I see your painted lips
Silver in the moons gaze
Your eyes shimmering darkly
My rose of night
I was lost
And now that your gone....
I saw the thorns
But took hold
I offered the blood as a token of love
You were my everything
My love my sin
I had my faith in you
I stroked your cheek
Drop after drop descending onto your cheek
Streaking blood along your face
Bars of blood, bars of the flesh
In prayer to hold you a little long with life
I have no way to live
Without my Black Rose
The soft petals turned pale
Never allowed to smell her sweetness again
I sleep through nightmares
A soft touch upon my cheek
A loving kiss
Every night spent with her
If I am lucky I will wake to only crying
Having to lose you every time
Year after year
It is more than my heart can take
I write every word for you
I intake every breath remembering you
And with every exhale I smile
No sorrow will be seen
I give an embrace to you on the anniversary
Then they lay you down anew upon the earth with the stone slab
Letting the thorns prick share my blood with you once more
Watch as the rose so young withers and dies
Becoming your name sake
And the ceremony will always be
Till I get to see that sweet smile once more for real
© 2006 Silence
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