The scratching of thorns
Is this the true nature of this rose?
Its beauty merely hiding its goal
To destroy me from within
Will you help me remove this abomination?

No... In you reach
Your smile opening my soul
Revealing the thorns
The cuts, slices caused by you
And in that moment
The moment my love turned to hate

A dagger, by your hand
Slices at the remanence of my sanity
Takes away all pleasure, turns
Memories past into pain present
Pain which haunts me into the future
You were my salvation, my sunrise

But now the red tinge of the sunrise
The beauty... revealed is blood
My blood,
And with it you have destroyed me

By Jason Carney