Her devotion

 

In my state of mind, 

I think I was wallowing in time, 

falling deep into the depths of hell, 

there was no one with a story to tell, 

and upon my gaze in darkness, 

I stumbled upon a dark rose, 

I gave me lots of cuts and did make me bleed, 

but now it is my thought that maybe I am indeed not dead, 

that I am for to hold you in my hands, 

take your thorns to sting in me, 

the pain is not receding but I feel I am breathing, 

so it is my intention to thank you, 

for coming into my arms and making me live, 

this heart does adore those wonderful stings, 

the song that your heart sings