When you've walked a road and almost die,
the pitch black darkness covers your eyes.
In your mind the fear and lies are laid upon this altar.
Streets cremated with dirt, blood and rock,
cover these streets in adamant gold.
Beware where you step,
don't step on a crack
for your life shall be missing its host.
Pedals fall down from this rose,
as every bulb on this bush withers and falls
upon the ground of these cobble brick roads.
Like an albatross weighing me down,
another being now presented a sound.
A beautiful voice,
now no more than noise,
as her screams tear the earth and its ground.
The pedals of roses have fallen,
this intimate night shall still stir.
As my life is now held in the balance of hell,
and all that is good shall be heard.

[All rights reserved to user and contributed band mates of Black Plague in Pittsburgh, Pa. 2004-2010]

The imagery is forced. You are trying too hard to present clever metaphors which, in reality, fall flat. Many are trite and hackneyed.

thanks for the advice.

Hahaha

sorry can't help it

if ignorance is bliss. Some folks live in paradise ya know

lol, and the title was just thrown in there. But its more or less lyrics that I added on to after the pedals fall, I was just trying to keep image.