You know me as a delicate,
And you cover me with a shade,
Dripping blood on my blade,
Because all you said was fake.
I know you gonna torment me,
You're gonna kneel down and take thee,
Run before I count one two three,
Or just start making a plea.
As I walk out to your room,
Then you woke up like a doom,
Hearing those tiny little tune,
Bloody roses that won't bloom.
I know this is a madness,
In this world of craziness,
Let me finish your sadness,
Because there no more chances.
-Ephemera
