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Description
I watch you piercing red admirals with golden needles.
Scarlet wings pattern on the torn wallpaper. We are writing red ink confessions on the brittle wall.
Red widows,
hanging from the ceiling,
are watching our mutual exchange of insanity.

The smell of mold,
tainted cherry wine,
Broken glasses.
A bed of black velvet roses.

The reflection of silver in your eyes.
A taste of salty tears,
your tears
dripping on my cheeks.
On your knees,
You are begging me not to leave.

The storm is over.
Was it me, or was it you?
You told me that nobody would love me more than you do.
You told me, you would protect me.

Can you protect me from yourself?

Pretentious beast,
with a charming smile and a crimson Prada tie,
hides his rose,
His precious rose
in the apartment with no number,
in the middle of Stockholm.

Make sure that you hid all the sharp objects. Saving me from the abyss,
You welcomed me to your private nightmare.
You told me,
You would follow me through my hell,
You promised me
it gonna hurt only once.

I am in love with your evil smile,
And I shiver in fear of your shadow.

Do you love my core?
Or do you love possessing my body?
My hand, devil’s hand, holding tightly.
The next move, deadly sin.
Hold your breath,
the air in the red room is poisoned.

“Will you love me
when I grow old
and my beauty rottens?”

“Don’t worry, my darling.
The closer you are to death,
the more beautiful you are.
I always found a special charm
in wiltng roses. “

Description
I watch you piercing red admirals with golden needles.
Scarlet wings pattern on the torn wallpaper. We are writing red ink confessions on the brittle wall.
Red widows,
hanging from the ceiling,
are watching our mutual exchange of insanity.

The smell of mold,
tainted cherry wine,
Broken glasses.
A bed of black velvet roses.

The reflection of silver in your eyes.
A taste of salty tears,
your tears
dripping on my cheeks.
On your knees,
You are begging me not to leave.

The storm is over.
Was it me, or was it you?
You told me that nobody would love me more than you do.
You told me, you would protect me.

Can you protect me from yourself?

Pretentious beast,
with a charming smile and a crimson Prada tie,
hides his rose,
His precious rose
in the apartment with no number,
in the middle of Stockholm.

Make sure that you hid all the sharp objects. Saving me from the abyss,
You welcomed me to your private nightmare.
You told me,
You would follow me through my hell,
You promised me
it gonna hurt only once.

I am in love with your evil smile,
And I shiver in fear of your shadow.

Do you love my core?
Or do you love possessing my body?
My hand, devil’s hand, holding tightly.
The next move, deadly sin.
Hold your breath,
the air in the red room is poisoned.

“Will you love me
when I grow old
and my beauty rottens?”

“Don’t worry, my darling.
The closer you are to death,
the more beautiful you are.
I always found a special charm
in wiltng roses. “