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.