Eternity stretching out in front of me.
The rose's dead a long time ago,
they lie in piles of dried petals.
As the brick and mortar crack and crumble, I remain untouched.
Cold bone underneath the stone,
ghosts linger on memories of the living.
Lie me down on a bed of rose's as I remain unchanged, cry me a river and let
me float down the sorrowful tears of my memories.
Eternal nights carry me,
blood bindes me to this life.
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