Red isn't always romance, sometimes it's blood,
Moon isn't always for lovers, but sometimes for secret cries,
Flowers aren't always for marriage, but sometimes for grave,
Petals aren't always soft,
sometimes they prick the soul.
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i call forth death, the inevitable, to take away my burnt skin of hopes my half eaten flesh of faith and my broken bones of love, scattered mess of a life died long back I'm just a coffin shut down within the depths of this carnivorous darkness. to me, this life is a graveyard and I'm the screaming ghost lurking around the thorn, singing my misery like a bard, searching for soft flower kisses to find they don't exist. Please bring me away Away from this land of savage blood Away, far away, To a place, far away, Away from fear and heartbreaks To that far away, which will be away from all what i feel now a rock thrown away shattered ripped blood showered faith shattered, hopes shattered, everything else scarred, scared, scarred like ship wrecks in the trench of ocean depths i moan, summoan my death to take away my pain drenching me with all it's power draining my all power now I'm strengthless I can't hold any knife to strike my ribcage, rather waiting stagnated for death to greet at my doorway Oh dear friend, death, save me from my carnage Take me away, take me away...
