Can you hear that?
Small whimpers
Can you see that?
A small child
Of course you can't
You're one of them
One of the others
They are blind to our world
Because they choose to be
Deep cuts mar this child's wrists
Deep pools of scarlet soak this lonley child.
She cries bloody tears
She is an image of hopelessness
Of sorrow
Beside her blade lays a Rose
The Rose Of Death
Its deep black petals signify
The many souls It's claimed
The bloodstained thorns
Are the many suicides It's witnessed
Beings surround her
Whisper to her
The Rose has called them
To take her away
I can see this
But you cannot
I know soon
This child shall be me
The Rose Of Death calls to everyone
And soon It shall call to me
Keep ignoring
Keep your ignorance
But The Rose Of Death
Shall find you too
And when It does
Then you'll see
Then you'll feel
Our pain
Our sorrow
Our lonliness
Because The Rose Of Death
Shall make it so