Raining Black Roses

Lay into the separated dreams,
Sinking into a secret soul,
Daring to think of the sadness,
Of every different way to die,
Stick to what garbage we have learned,
In rooms where we fall into love,
Going where we can’t see our way,
Hear the songs that we sing,
In a black rose ring,
That screams for lovers,
To breath child-like kisses,
Struggling to find all our secrets,
Sounding sleepy eyes of crying lies,
To where we hear in our bleeding ears,
Leave what pieces that can’t fit,
Wanting pale skinned tears,
Miracles behind the broken mirrors,
Waiting for something to place,
Comets streaking through falling stars,
Listening to find where that is,
Dancing in singled filed hearts,
Signals of naked lovers,
Speaking of madness they find,
As they lay in there floating clouds,
No reason to greave,
In Christmas trees wrapped in gold,
Over lips of cold skin,
With the only words to show,
Wilted roses in her eyes,
Watching to rain fall for the flames,
Waiting for my dream to come.