Vestal white roses,
Shed their serrated surface,
Then tainted in red.

I don’t need love in my life,
If i can’t love you,
No, I don’t need this heart,
If it won’t even beat for you
And I don’t really want to feel,
If i can’t feel you.

Lungs soaked in anguish,
Eyes bleeding in blue,
Lips chapped too foolish,
Heart’s hurting to continue.

Your blood cascades through your cuts,
I don't dare ask if it hurts,
Because I know you can't tell apart,
Whether it's the cut,or your heart,
Yet I beg,keep those blades away,
For you can rive yourself a million time,a billion way,
But the blood you'll bleed would still be red,
As your blues would only continue to suffocate.