december dawn within my soul
roses bloom and wither with mourn
screaming into grey cloakes skies
living inside
a haunted dream
with a black rose in my hand

angel, come and save my heart
kiss my open wounds
wounds festering with solitude and pain
angel, come and take my heart
I am still waiting for you, my love

and each time I die

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