• Thorny Roses
    by ~Xx-Psychopanda-xX

    My Tears do fall on shredded paper, they fade away without a trace.
    My blood does stain the fallen snow, soul does wander without a face.
    My pleas do fall on bleeding ears, my cries mere cracks in perfect glass.
    My song does break the angels hearts, no longer gold, but blackened brass.

    I see not why I'm only petals, of the rose that's fallen here.
    Their soft red hue has broken me, and left me with a single tear.
    I can't be more than fallen snow, their footprints I do know so well.
    I know the sounds the come with death, a windchime first, and then a bell.

    And though my wings are not yet here, I know they shall be not of light.
    I know they shall be not of feathers, but of darkness, but of night.
    Maybe roses shall create them, petals they do suit me so.
    My wings alive in soft sweet red, and yet my heart would tell me no.

    My wings are not of roses sweet, and they are not of subtle red.
    My wings are made of twisted thorns, and certainly blood will be shed.
    For I am like the poison ivy, I beg you not to come too close.
    I fear you leaving me, my darling, and that is what I fear the most.

    But you are simple daffodils, I'm bright and Violent rose.
    My wings and heart may still be stained, but our door has not yet closed.
    And so I beg of you with all, my heaert and soul I plead.
    It's you I want to be with, you are the one I need.

    And even if you turn away, and leave me all alone.
    I know your heart belongs to me, and that you hold my own.