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Sweet Escape
As another delicate rose drips crimson its not hard to decifer that
death is here again...
She can smell your fears.
So she holds out a cold pale hand...
She takes you in her arms to caress you, speaks words of a place where your truly numb..
This place so beautiful!
This place surrounded with a dancing, melodic flame.
This place doesn't offer you pain.
This place is yours within a flick of a blade.
Her words all come as a sweet monotone sound, they linger in your ears, deminish all your fears.. hell! They even bring you to tears.
But you can't help but notice the flame that's in her eyes
The luster of her flame so mesmerizing... So hypnotic...
Her scent is of every flower... It fills you to your inner core.. leaves you wanting more.
Her sight so beautiful, so dark, so new to you.
So with the slip of a blade she breathes you in.
In her mind you escape to a pergitory so sublime.
This perdition you can't escape..
This life has made you too weak.
As she breathes you further, further in the numb settles in.
The scent of a crimson rose begins to stain her skin.
Another flame fills her eye to dance for eternity...
As she sees her rose drip the last of its scarlet nectar, she begins the search of another flower.. casted out and waiting to be consumed by a sweet escape...
Be held with deaths embrace.
death is here again...
She can smell your fears.
So she holds out a cold pale hand...
She takes you in her arms to caress you, speaks words of a place where your truly numb..
This place so beautiful!
This place surrounded with a dancing, melodic flame.
This place doesn't offer you pain.
This place is yours within a flick of a blade.
Her words all come as a sweet monotone sound, they linger in your ears, deminish all your fears.. hell! They even bring you to tears.
But you can't help but notice the flame that's in her eyes
The luster of her flame so mesmerizing... So hypnotic...
Her scent is of every flower... It fills you to your inner core.. leaves you wanting more.
Her sight so beautiful, so dark, so new to you.
So with the slip of a blade she breathes you in.
In her mind you escape to a pergitory so sublime.
This perdition you can't escape..
This life has made you too weak.
As she breathes you further, further in the numb settles in.
The scent of a crimson rose begins to stain her skin.
Another flame fills her eye to dance for eternity...
As she sees her rose drip the last of its scarlet nectar, she begins the search of another flower.. casted out and waiting to be consumed by a sweet escape...
Be held with deaths embrace.
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