Deaths' Garden 10/96

Blue roses grow within the ivy and the green,
With thorns as sharp as knives,
Which are rarely ever seen.
The walls are high, the brush is thick,
No way to get out,
My heart can take no more of this deceitfulness and doubt.

Take a walk through Deaths' garden,
Look for me under darkened stars.
Take a stroll through Deaths' garden,
You can walk the maze for hours.

Walk along the pathways,
Through the ivy and the blue.
Where every flower that grows,
Is just another shade of you...

Whisper the dark secrets,
The ones only found in the blackness of the Moon.
Enfold me in your midnight eyes,
I fear my end is coming soon.

I stop and see before me,
Growing through the heavy growth.
One single perfect blood red rose,
My eyes now know the truth.

Walk along the pathways,
Through the ivy and the blue.
Where every flower that grows,
Is just another shade of you...