Her raven hairs were flying in the midnight sky,
Her hazel eyes staring outof a face as pale as snow,
Walking over fields of bleeding roses,
Cutting her up with their crimson coloured petals
Equalling the sharpness of a thousand razors.
Life it's cruelness came on the wings of wind
Descending down upon her silently bruising skin,
Pressing her feet further in the roses of eternity,
Like a milion wounds tearing up the soul within,
Leaking drops of life: the death of inner beauty.
With arms raised up to embrace the cold of winter
She welcomed the warmth of the burning sun with a smile
Her face disfigured in a grimace of eternal pain,
Desperately trying to feel the burning ice of frost,
To silence the madness of mind which was driving her insane
One last time beneath these darkened purper skies,
A smile speaking the knowledge of a soon to follow death,
Forced by the flares of mist, luring her on the lifeless path,
An atempt to witness the last struggle of a dying breath,
Dragging her through the rose fields of their divine Elysium
"Kiss me last," The eyes exclaimed in the frozen silence,
Outlined in the twilight of shimmering darkness with a shining aura,
The whole body an outlet of reapturing desire enflamed by hollow pain,
Endangering the wings of cruelness with desire for eternal sin,
To die a thousand times just to be reborn in another milion deaths.
She would give her life to endeavour,
One last time beneath this vermilion sky,
In the forsighted shades of an undying dynasty,
To witness and to kiss her bleeding lips goodbye.