I am in love with the moonligt,
this caressing shade of dark..
The deep red blood is falling from my lips
like tears of sorrow.
I feel the pain in my soul.
Screaming of fear.
Feelings which cut so deep to my heart,
no mirror can show me life.
No end of this fright.
One rose for each death in my black garden.
This graceful death...
All my bloody roses,one by one..I drank their blood,
their life essence.