"Roses Bled Tears"

Crying tears make roses bleed,

Bleeding roses hurts the soul within you,

Tears bleed and roses die wet,

Roses who die dry, the souls will disapear in the sky where the reapers catch souls at night.

I bleed in my eyes I cry in the rain outside,

I see the blades in the edges of the roses who bled tears.

death is no where leading but pain...
Life isn't a game.



by :Christian Manzanares

production: OnCeLiVeDiNsOrRoW