Ceremonial Shatters

Rose, crying of blood in green,
A story unfolds with hints at the seams,
Though my mind feels blocked by some forceful wall,
He says, "It's hiding something that brings our downfall."

I think as if I know what it may be,
But I shatter my lips, for should I say what unfolds this key?

Frightened, I agree with whatever explanation coming to me,
But I know their all wrong,
I know how it must seem...

And everyone seems to be leaving...

Everyone seems so deceiving...

What kind of cenotaph is conceiving,
The heart that whispers of violet and green?

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Crow, crying of heinous bones,
A story unfolds beneath the bow.
Though his head feels locked and battered,
She says, "Every secret showers with laughter".

He thinks he knows what it may be,
He shutters his eyes and lets her see.
Though his head feels locked and battered,
She says, "Every secret showers with laughter".

Caught, he agrees with callous theories,
He knows their wrong.
He knows how it seems...

And everyone seems to be leaving...

Everyone seems so deceiving...

What kind of cenotaph is conceiving,
The heart that whispers of violet and green?