Vivid Rose1 min 12 1 min 12
You strained a broken toy
A soaking void
Absorbed in evil's game
Syringe of sighs
Dust on my back is firm
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.