death is riding up the rainbows.
blood is falling with the rain.
pictures clicking at every pose.
petals falling off every rose.

fire drowns in the waters.
same as we drown in our tears
but i guess thats better than being confined by fears.

its raining fire and brimstone.
every secret now made know.
we wish for our sorrows to end.
so maybe our hearts can blend.

in this town of chaos
and this world of tears
is it possible to forget our fears?

can we get past the madness,
we ourselves created?
without getting good judgment jaded.
no views tainted.

petals grow on a black rose.
death wont make it up my rainbows.