The thorns bite
Blood falls upon it's black leaves
Colour never changing
Always black
Our dark love
Carries this bite forever
We are the dark
Let it bite
Don't leave me
Then the blood upon those leaves
Shall be mine
And the raven's sweet song will leave the air
Hold onto it
It's pain was made to bear
Hold onto it
Never pull away
Your hand...
It's gone...
The thorns pierce my heart.