Blood Rose

the cold war
the war just rages silently
against the shadow
and the light

it affects us mentally
and it creates a border
all of us are separated

and once we meet
in broad daylight
we pass each other silently
but in the stillness
one of us has lost

everyday is just a false pretence
an act
all of us are fake
our smiles, our laughter

the matter never rests
our feelings towards each other
will always remain the same

and what is that something we are fighting for?
it's something out of reach
that we are reaching for
something that tears us apart

the rose sheds the final drop of blood among us
the battle has lost
my soul is gone

but we still meet admist broad daylight
the battle still hasn't ended
but the rose we were fighting for
has lost its blood