THE ROSE YOU LAID

dark and cold, listening to rustling of leaves
i slowly give into the void of night
the sun is set no stars in sky
bathed with evil still air is now
dancing fires burn blue flames
laying thorns is satan himself
i stroll this path numb with pain
holding with pride the rose you laid
more than pain of hell i feel
the agony in my heart which you have left
over and over i repeat those words
you spoke while burning them on my skin
still grace on my pealed off face
i smile for every wound i get
hideous is my rotting skull
i wash myself now in crimson
a strange glee feels me inside
i`m happy for you are no more
writhling forward burning my tender
i`ll hold nothing, never forever
a dark soul i`ll give birth
a prayer for haunted soon i`ll be
face it now believe or not
it`s you who made a devil out of me
never gave me something to cherish
but always took what close i brought
never will you lay hands again
my life`s mine not yours to play
i dare you if you take my love
this rose i carry and i die for
nothing you created i`ll then leave
even these lives mine in the lead
from the hellworld you weave, i promise to shelter her
my last prayer is, she you acquit
make her shares of down mine
never her, give me her sorrows
this devil grin will take it all
assuage her thirst and never mine
never let that mind suffer
a dark thought and you`ll fail
i have long lost the faith in you
for me you're hanged and dead before
but this rose still lives with your name
it's for her i want all pleasing days
may her sun shine all day
let mine be haunted no care
through her heart i'll taste honey
a taste you never gave, but i kept running
through her eyes i' see my first day light
through her i'll smell the morning dew
through her i'll hear the meadows sweet
through her i'll breath my first fresh air
may her light never fade away
let my night go on like this
under devil's care i have learnt to dwell
but not a spark should reach her skin
i hold this rose, covered with my skell
let all splinters fall on me, none reach through
i wont let the drops fall on it
her red wont be poisned by my crimson
be it yours or devil's apostle
will spare none, if they try pluck a petal
not until i reach ocean too far
not until she's safe to sail
not until she choses a gardener of her own
not until she's ready to bloom
do i trust anyone with her
not even the flowers side by
will unplough the whole garden if they impure her
will cut my own hands if they reach now for her
for she's denied that i be her mentor
so my job is now to let her wake
wake with a fresh fragrance of her own
sleep with a sweet smile blosming over
live all day having no fear to lose
be at her knees, never let her cry
if i wipe a sad tear of her eyes
make that the last movement of my soul