Vivid Rose

You strained a broken toy

A soaking void

Absorbed in evil's game

Syringe of sighs

Dust on my back is firm

Diluted cryings

Mocking knives in the hail

It's hard to survive.

I can't stop thinking of you at the end of line.

I instigate the wrath of our love

Since I live in rags of your heart

I'll dig a trench for you under debt

Then I'll breach the guns in dark.

In search of being whole

I received denies

If I'd caught this vivid rose

It would rather die.

And I won't stop thinking that it's you at the edge of mine.

I think of you reaching over

Beneath the skies of colors and art

I'll seek for you whenever under regrets

When it'll be almost an hour.