The Crimson of Life

A dwindling Fountain of Youth

The blood of a rose's strife.

This is a waining truth

All my eyes see is blood.

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Tears of reflecting crystal

Mixing with the bloody dams

The silver shine of butcher's edge

Is clutched in my hands

All my eyes see is blood.

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No peace will come to me

The rose petals litter the ground

Only the everlasting torture

Where my blood is found.

All my eyes see is blood.

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I clutch the wound

The thin line I made

My heart is doomed

As the beating will fade.

All my eyes see is blood.

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The rose in my hand

A red shade of blood

Thorns puncture the blood gland

A red river flood

All my eyes see is blood.

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I am crying

But what will tears make?

No difference, I am dying

My own life, I will take.

All my eyes see is blood.

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The rose has died

In minutes, so will I

My love faded as I cried

Now, it's my time to die...

All my eyes see is blood...