I want to take you into my own private hell, you wouldnt understand me otherwise. This is the place where I bleed, the place where I am me. Strength always shifts and my soul folds in on itself. The blanket is wet and my dreams are rarely exposed. The masses will never know me, its only for you that I ask this. The wind blows from the north and carries me home, where the red star falls and turns me a deeper hue. The Dream shatters and falls on a cold kitchen floor and you make me bleed all over again, all for your pleasure. I want the solice that I found in a ceramic cup, all those years ago and in the Dream it is still as blue. Youre nowhere to be found, my dark avenger, Im trying to find you, trying to find your blade, needing to be bled again, always the red rose again. But as usual I stare down a darkened well, pulling up the emptiness that fills it.