I walked up the cold dead road, All I could feel was the pain and cold, A skull that represented the pain, Just lying there in the corner, Black and red as a night in vain, I stood there like a mourner, Now I'm surrounded by skull and roses Surrounded by skull and roses ð¹ðð¹
I walked across the white room
And a cold hard thing fell on my toes
One of those
A permanent toothy smile - but fell from where?
It was this skull
Not as white as the room
Not as sharp, rather dull
Off-white and odd
I still had no clue of where it came
I picked it up and looked it all over
The old head, empty and eerie
The Skull Chronicles
Skull of Roses
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I walked up the cold dead road, All I could feel was the pain and cold, A skull that represented the pain, Just lying there in the corner, Black and red as a night in vain, I stood there like a mourner, Now I'm surrounded by skull and roses Surrounded by skull and roses ð¹ðð¹
I walked across the white room
And a cold hard thing fell on my toes
One of those
A permanent toothy smile - but fell from where?
It was this skull
Not as white as the room
Not as sharp, rather dull
Off-white and odd
I still had no clue of where it came
I picked it up and looked it all over
The old head, empty and eerie
The Skull Chronicles