There used to be tower of ego, the wrong side of everything I could be

Kicking my angst in place, you became the light of the dark side of me

Love turned into an addiction

And my predilection,

Wrote down the words on the snow

Melting under your heat – not knowing much, I know

That my eyes scan the dark

Wilting under our kiss of the death;

Like smoke spirals heavy on your poisoned breath –

Baby,

You’re like a kiss from a rose on a grave

The more I try to die, the more your kiss tries to save

The strange feeling

In the slow healing

When you bend so low

Do you know?

That you kiss like a rose on my grave

Trying to buy me some heaven

In a jar of honey red kisses

Like a slow shadow creeping

Willow heart under my grave weeping

But you remain -

Bending so low

Do you even know?

Any sane man would give up death

And walk twice;

I’m a man walking on water

Now that your rose is in bloom

A touch of light kisses the shadows of gloom

Do you know?

You’re like a growing addiction I can’t deny

Bending so low, rose

Kiss me full on my grave to pacify

My lips from turning blue

One touch of rose from you

You remain

My power, my pleasure my pain

I’ve been kissed by a rose on my grave

And you remain

My power, my pleasure, my pain

(Inspiration: Kiss from a rose by Seal)

 *Pictures are from the net. Not my own.


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