The surf beats the drum of torment on my shore.
Awake in dream, I stare into the sea of blood.
Blood that my heart spills, wounded by my regret.
The blazing sun falls from the sky that is my mind.
My thoughts turn dark and the light becomes empty.
She was the ray of light nurturing the wilted rose.
My moon beam reveals her lasting love to the rose.
Blood washes over my feet splashing onto the shore.
With the rose in hand, I am no longer empty.
Memories, a time bound forever in blood.
I used my eyes, not my hands, to learn your mind.
My moon beam shines into my eyes, lighting my regret.
The constant drum shakes me. It is love that I regret?
My moon beam caresses our love, an untouchable rose.
The light gives off the warmth to warm my heart and my mind.
Trembling, I walk down the broken battered shore.
A splash, down my face trickles the life, myself, my blood.
I am a zero, her nothing, I am empty.
Nothing, the blood trickling, it leaves me empty.
Seeing the illusion, losing her, I always regret.
The moon beam, she forms rising above the blood.
The flower no longer wilted, it is a red rose.
She is floating, down I fall to the shore.
A beauty far surpassing any thought of my mind.
Embracing, we dance. She looks through my eyes to my mind.
She feels me with her eyes. Will I be left empty?
The surroundings disappear, face to face on the shore.
I fade deep into the eyes, I feel no regret.
The eyes overtake us, in space, she holds my rose.
Our rose, grows, united in a bathe of my blood.
I feel a tear run down her face, a streak of blood.
She turns away, but she will not leave my mind.
I smell her beauty, the scent of her, the rose.
Now filled with love, I am no longer empty.
Losing her, it is the only thing I ever regret.
Embracing, together we fall to the shore.
Blood washes over us, the dark is empty.
A mind now together, will never bring regret.
The rose fades, forever, washed away, off the shore.
