Black Roses

I heard the roses whisper
That I'm not gone quite yet
I lounge in bed in winter
I swim inside my head
How long 'til I see bright lights
The breeze tells secrets to me
What god would make me like this
What world would beg to breathe

I summer sleeping
I confide in enemies
I make death famous
I scream with ease

Forgive the bastards out there
That have shut down their empathy
Forgive the ocean beating
It knows not of its seeds
Skinning the doubts and ignorance
'Til all that's left is a puddle
Splitting the atom of uncertainty
Please just forgive me please

I summer sleeping
I confide in enemies
I make death famous
I scream with ease