I'll be the thorns on every rose you've been sent by hope.
I am the nightmare waking you up from the dream of a dream of love.
Let me weep you this poem as Heaven's gates close.
Paint you my soul, scarred and alone.
Waiting for your kiss to take me back home..
Hold me, like you held on to life when all fears came alive and entombed me.
Love me, like you love the sun. Scorching the blood in my vampire heart..