The end of my life.
I don't feel the tortures.
You have crucified
My obscured future.
My immortal sin,
My soul's inquisitor.
A sharp thorn deep within,
Painful and invisible.

You don't let me breathe;
I cannot stand this vacuum.
Tonight I lose my wit,
You kill me, that's the best you can.

There is no light at all
Inside my ailing soul;
This is my downfall,
And time won't heal my sores.

The road I walk is windy,
Like your infernal mood;
No matter why I'm bleeding,
I am misunderstood.
Tomorrow comes, so empty,
So bleak within your charms.
Your veins are always thirsty,
Your bloody roses harm.
No, I don't want to open
My blind eyes once again;
My heart is smashed and broken,
I'm drowned in all this pain.

My secret is dead,
My river is frozen.
I will not forget
Your two bloody roses.