Glass roses in a paper vase

Simplest to abstain

From these dark thoughts of my remembering

Glass roses in a paper vase

Nothing more then a simple lambastes

Blood runs think for pretty ones, you say-for a minute there I almost saw your face.

Jaded thoughts of indiscretions

I want of them no more.

Locked in the closet to breath of my distaste.

I'm washing, washing the pages

Stay out tonight, just stay out tonight.

I'll lock the door, so you can't come in.

I was left out of touch, cold & dead

The knife in your hand, I think it Bled

Oh, wait, that's just me.