In the loneliest day,
For lonely days are livid;
Kill the rose that writes its confessions
Let the rose be blind in its thoughts
Let it dance nude in nature\'s heart
Let it feed my childhood to the bears,
And my heart soars a lot in depth
How deep is the death of a poet?
I find my heart in sudden tears
When sudden things go awry
And here I stray away
To an unknown forest;
An unknown forest of the trees
And my sanity is haunted by past events
What love is livid in dreams?
So kiss the knot that Cupid loathes
Let us die in this bitter poison that is blood
For blood is the poison that keeps us down
Yet we are still alive--
Roses, roses
Bring dead poses
Let us die within the roses;
And a dream is a dream of itself
Shall I be all alone in this world?
I am very intelligent in my past
And the world is changing every second
How shall we evolve around each other
When the river is now blue?
For heaven is tried and true--
Keep me astray until the sun comes out,
And when the sun comes out, let me be;
For my past loves have come to haunt me
In a dream of a dream in itself
The beds are warm
And these hearts are blinding
And the sweet wind blows in the east
Where are my hallow loves that once were?
True leaps of faith and the dying rose
Reflect upon the ground.