Chaos and Roses

Elixir of life, feeds the life, Shedding it, there is no strife... Roses are always roses, In that, not even chaos loses... Crimson is the soul of the roses, No matter what the chaos chooses... Roses, as fragile as they are, Only their lovers, that fragility scare... That razor, deeper in your wrist sink, In roses, more your soul it link... Do not fear, thorns will not spear, Just be here, feel yourself dear... I see distortion, demons are here, I hunt them, I trap them in a sphere... Still, chaos is our mother, And chaos is our father, I look and see, love is there, Do you dare interfere...