The Black Rose - Forever

Life is but a dream,
your painted with vivid strokes of memory lasting forever a trace,
to wake up is torture,
with you hanging just within the imagination and just out of reach,
sit with me and hold my head,
kiss my crown and let me feel your breath,
ill do anything,
spill my blood,
tear my flesh,
Just let me know...

Will we ever wake from this dream?

The Black Rose

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