Rose That Bleeds Red

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By *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

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