Roses are dead
violence are cool...
Through this opaque, dark place
She smiles...
I feel the dirty hands of an accused assassin,
as my innocents is raped away...
If you'd give me just a sign... I'd forsake my...
I'd sink my sorrow deep inside my soul... I'd burn...
In this cold winter night
The fog kills the moonlight...
Dark and empty
Tangled sheets, they anchor me...
I don't like the mirror
'Cause it shows all my insecurities...
Drowing in solitude
and in bitter vice...
The blood droplets like sequins
shine on the floor...
This vile demon,
Creeping in my mind...
The Raven comes,
It descends on us...
Black as Night,
Light as Day...