BLACK ROSES & HEARTS ON FIRE

A voice in the dark sounds of heartache aflame 

And memories as hoarse as black roses 

The strangling sourness of fear and of pain 

With the blinding aroma of choices 

In a complete room surrounded alone

Grabbed by a glimmer of lights 

Risking pleasurable stabbings at home 

With the glamour cuts of the knife 

 
Reciting the moves being bent like the stairs 
 
Of having the unknown friends take ahold 
 
The comforting beasts was intolerant of cares 
 
If not for the devil, my soul they would’ve also sold 

 
Comprehend things so to undertand 
 
Reach for every desire 
 
I still prefer to have black roses in hand 
 
And my broken heart on fire
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