Roses are red, Violets are blue You say you want to rest Please fight cause we need you! The night had fallen. I had let my tools drop from my hands of what moment was my hammer, my bolt, or thirst or death? My emotions are swirling in a murky tornado. The flower that we love the most is now in danger. It is such a mysterious place. The land of tears. The land of agony, aground; to aggrandize the pain. Death, be not proud For you had taken my sister For you had smashed her in your black fingertips, For you had stripped her into bits.