I run for sanctuary in the garden, but I find no solace there. |
Roses are red, Like blood on my hand. Of all the places to go I had to come to this land. Forgotten and shattered, Covered with dark light, I came to this place In the middle of the night. Welcomed by gravestones, By the sound of something cruel, I found that my own fear Would create a crimson pool. Footsteps on the earth, My own and a pair unknown. My eyes study the air But my torment can't be shown. I shiver from a crack, I shake from thunder bold. Fingertips gently on my skin But I escape its darkened hold. The wicked branches reach Their twisted tips toward my heart. With rage I run further And break the twigs apart. A tear escapes my eye As a cold breath is on my skin. I can find no rest now For I am followed by some sin. Then I reach the garden And I pause for the fight. "Haunt me shadow demon!" I yell with all my might. Stone guardians surround me, Pale flowers bloom for my soul. My own darkness inside Has taken its mortal toll. With silence it strikes And I am sent to the ground. A cold shiver covers me While its laughter echoes around. Dark claws reach for me, Their bloodstained tips to my mind. I might've escaped it before But Fate has marked my time. I scream with my last breath, This moment forever in my head. In this garden I find my tomb, Where the roses are always red. |