• Elixir of life, feeds the life
    Shredding it, there is no strife...

    Roses are always roses
    In that, not even chaos loses...

    That razor, deeper in your wrist sink
    In roses, more of your soul it will ink...

    Do not fear, thorns will not spear
    Just be here, feel yourself dear...

    Still chaos is our mother
    And chaos is our father...

    I look and see, love is there
    Do you dare to interfere?