Chaos and roses

Elixir of live, feeds the life,
shedding it, there is no strife...

Roses are always roses,
in that, not even chaos looses....

Crimson is soul of the roses,
no matter what the chaos chooses..

Roses as fragile as they are,
only their lovers, that fragility scare...

That razor, deeper in you wrist sink,
in roses, more your soul it link...

Do not fear, thorns will not spear,
just be here, feel yourself dear...

I see distortion, demons are here,
I hunt them, I trap them in sphere...

Still, chaos is over mother,
and chaos is over father...

I look and see, love is there,
do you dare to interfere....