Bloody Flower

You guide all when time ends, Taking our sorrow into yours. Chained in thorns, You’re forced to strike. Bloody little flower, Cloaked in a dark cape, You pull us into the darkness eternal. Drown us in your tears, Shed for deeds left undone, Anger of injustice, Sadness of lost love, And the regrets of times long gone. How I pity you Bloody flower, As you’re forced to strike, A slave of life, You take care of its mess. How small you are under that cape, retched with darkness eternal. How did you come to such a place, Clothed in a dress of blood? Bloody Flower, You have seen our regrets, the wars we’ve chosen, and the sins we no longer care to hide. How innocent you really are, As you pull back your arm to strike, Chained by thorns, You weep for me. Drown me in your tears, Guide me, Take me deep inside your cape, Into a darkness eternal.