Borrowed beneath my skin,
Beneath expression and eyes...

Boy I never thought to see,
To witness my own friend...

The porcelain doll you were told not to touch,
This doll would only break you knew this much...

Stars are winking presence,
As I walk along this road...

Streaks of blood paint the sky,
The sun is leaving and preparing to die...

The sparkling river dust,
Settles in the mist...

Bloody smears of the dawn,
To wake from all this sleep...

For your celebration we shall dress,
For you we will bring a crimson rose...

Bathing in the blood of virgins,
Encased in crimson fury...

Kiss from a rose
A beauty which is growth...

I see an image ruffle,
As the ripples part...

As I split the curtain,
As light spills in...