I was trying,
To get drowned,
Into my red well;
Just a reminder of Faith could,
Take me away;
I don't live to leak,
A broken mirror anymore;
I only die to have,
Another Guide!
If Death could kiss my soul,
I'd rather become a ghost,
For it is not fair,
To stab myself,
With the same sword;
Just a deep breath can restore me,
To the normal range;
In which the air is still polluted,
By the same madness;
Just my vision can write a prophecy,
In which your arms build a temple,
To reborn within the purple love;
So I will not see sirens of flesh anymore!
Along many lives,
I have cried,
The loss of my golden rose;
And many other lives would take me,
To awake,
A new beginning again.