Rose That Bleeds Red, by *Psychopathic Child* Subscribe to rss feed for *Psychopathic Child*

The rose that bleeds red
Is the sorrow within me
Consumed in shadows
I can never be free
The petals fall from the stem
I feel I'm slowly fading
It's hard to tell my story
When the memories are invading
I prick my finger on the thorn
To try to come back to reality
My heart is beating so fast
I'm on the brink of insanity
I start to feel the pain
And a take a deep breath
The rose that bleeds red
Has the sweet scent of death
Posted: 2011-09-29 02:21:01 UTC

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