Dead red roses bloom
Only in the light of the moon
Brittle leaves blow by
And set a scene for the sky
With a little bit of water
All these dreams will prosper
But cold hands hold what holds these seeds
And now the only thing that can grow, is weeds
Light breaks through the cold hands and heats the soils of these lands
But hand held spears raise high fears of what is to come
If sea shells wither and snakes do slither, then time has been undone
Freeze and go back so next time won't lack what was to come
The brittle leaves summon thieves and now the day has begun
Waiting patiently for night's return will leave a scar and a burn as the sun slowly dies
A grave behind the mountain will fill blood in the fountain and now there's red skies
But as skies turn black we will never go back so leave the flowers untouched
They will bloom in time, I'm waiting for mine to finally be clutched
There is a rope around me, tied to a rock in the sea
Please, I need your help
I am in need of an untouched greed that will permanently seed this special breed
And will make him bleed at a slow speed so I can watch in agony to ease my conscience so I can finally get some sleep