When nights shift into roses
with their thorns dipped into light,
Was it you, whose petals fell
and whose color was left behind?
As the past makes all words stay still,
and the future is prolonging your cries
Never forget the pain you vowed to hate,
but never decided to fight
While ablaze, your life was drowning
but your smiles were always there
And your love merged with my fear
Melting all the ice away
Relefied of grief, you finally rest.
The midnight rain showers your hell,
Another muse turned into crystal
And no more things are left to say.
