Analysis of The Orchid

Should I live in a imaginary world,
constructed by the grace of Heaven's light?
My past has laid before me an infinite nightmare
of fairytales, I only wish to dream in reality.
I now wake up
and look in your eyes
I couldn't see light
I think i've gone blind
Maybe i'm lost
take me away from this vast ocean of death
taken from me was my breath
so much beauty, lies in the eyes of her sparkling tranqulity
I take a razorblade
the only serenade of my life
I carved deep into my eyes
so I could scrape my iris
Emotionless agony built by the sirens
given me false hope in something so pure
her beauty was my paradise, a maze that I couldn't escape
trapped within a facade....this is my fate
her beauty pulsates like the glowing moon
drown my sorrow....and my gloom
I thought she was mine, grown for my delight
I now will see
just the coulour inside my eyes
when willthe colours blend
at the end, her light decends
this garden of my life has lied to me all along
the orchid that I had isn't true
her serenade is just a swan song
Before her radiant skies
she welcomes the falling rain
the petals burned into the ground,
shows a sign of her pain
I stand before her beauty
frozen behind her eyes
the blue of her iris
has become a shade
her beauty is no more
the colours will always fade
I'm hoping for one last second
I'm left broken once again
her serenade is calling me
the orchid is mine
my desire is never set free
i'm down on my knees
I'm begging for you to stay alive
I never wanted you to leave
I was too intoxicated by my lust
my pulse drowns, I can't breathe...