‘A Memory’

(1)

Lying upon a bed of black roses,

The long-lashed eyelids quiver at looming death,

Providing a glimpse of large sapphire eyes,

As the crimson lips release the final breath.

(Chorus)

The thorns pierce her delicate skin,

And all her pain runs free,

Staining the tips of the rose petals,

Like the residue of a memory.

(2)

The carefully tattooed images in her mind,

Forever etched upon the deathly skin,

The stitches in her wounded soul begin to break,

Bleeding the secrets it holds within.

(Chorus

The thorns pierce her delicate skin,

And all her pain runs free,

Staining the tips of the rose petals,

Like the residue of a memory.

(Bridge)

Slideshows of memories you’ll never forget,

How you used and abused her you’ll always regret,

When the nights are cold and the days are grey,

You’ll always remember how you pushed her away.

The haunting words, the ghostly touch,

The lingering beauty, she never forgets…

(Chorus)

The thorns pierce her delicate skin,

And all her pain runs free,

Staining the tips of the rose petals,

Like the residue of a memory.

She never forgets,

She, that residue of a memory.