When The Rose Is Dead

Hands stained a crimson rose red

Pluck the stem, and soon it is dead

Mind is breaking, loosening the seams

Fear the darkness, dripping into dreams

Feel the stem's pinch on the stinging, burning fingers

Drip drip, and a bloody scent now lingers

The rose of beauty, dark and bold

It holds guilty memories, never to be told

This rose of guilt, it reveals all now

The blood, it screams what, where, when, how?

You feel it tear, the guilt inside

Ripping you apart, controlling your life

You cry, you cry, you can't save yourself

The rose, it knows the tricks under your belt

And yet you try, and try, and try

And try, and try, but your hope's been lost

Soon enough, the secrets are out

The blood still spills, shadowing their doubt

Thick clouds soon enclose your mind

All that's felt is numb

As the thorns start to bind

The roses grow thick, sharp thorns

The throat and the mouth, in which the blood begins to pour

Trying to hold back, you choke, choke, and choke

Holding in the bloody guilt up until you croak

This rose of guilt, it reveals all now

The blood, it screams what, where, when, how?

You feel it tear, the guilt inside

Ripping you apart, controlling your life

You cry, you cry, you can't save yourself

The rose, it knows the tricks under your belt

And yet you try, and try, and try

And try, and try, but your hope's been lost

The guilt's inside

The guilt's inside

The guilt's inside

Like a disease

This rose of guilt, it reveals all now

The blood, it screams what, where, when, how?

You feel it tear, the guilt inside

Ripping you apart, controlling your life

You cry, you cry, you can't save yourself

The rose, it knows the tricks under your belt

And yet you try, and try, and try

And try, and try, but your hope's been lost

This rose of guilt, it reveals all now

The blood, it screams what, where, when, how?

You feel it tear, the guilt inside

Ripping you apart, controlling your life

You cry, you cry, you can't save yourself

The rose, it knows the tricks under your belt

And yet you try, and try, and try

And try, and try, but your hope's been lost

Hands stained a crimson rose red

Pluck the stem, soon enough she was dead

A guiltless life, as once said, will bring joy to only some

When the rose is dead

AUTHOR'S NOTES:

EDIT 1/9/2013

First off, Happy New Year guys!

Secondly, this was going to originally just be one song. I changed it into a songset, but my mind changed again.

See "Paradise"'s "Author's Notes" for more information.