The sky is bathed is fire today,
bleeding from unseen wounds—
what you don’t know (don’t see)
can hurt you the most.

“Hush now, listen to the screams…”

The blood is pouring from the horizon,
dripping silently down
upon the city sleepers.

“Close your eyes and pretend to dream;
the wounds will heal someday…”

The Black Rose burns with lust;
the touch of red
has sparked its interest.

Show me the path to insanity!
I can’t hold back the pain much longer.

How I long for that sweet release…
gasping out your name in the dark,
your heart beating in time to mine—
time enough for me to drown my sorrows.

Acidic tears burning through my heart,
no longer beating for you…

Decadent dreams are just beyond reach—
so close!  They taunt me so…

Black heart closing:
isolation is the key to survival,
empty and alone,
but safe from Love.

Knife!  Brother!  Lover!
Save me from this world,
I am too weak.

Unconsciousness rolls around,
soundlessly cursing its clumsiness—
she’ll live to see another day.

But the dreams are dead,
the hopes are gone.
Her eyes see no color, no beauty;
they deny the very right to life.

Where did my sweet little girl go?
Who stole her away from me?

This is the curse of the mirror:
I can see her locked behind those eyes—
behind that plastered smile,
that tough outer shell.

Of course I’m hurting!

How can you not see my tears?
How can you not feel my heart,
slipping slowly away
through my bloody hands…?

Soon it will be too late.

…Or perhaps it already is…