This bloody dawn, echoes of your sacrifice, a haunted place of memories. A bunch of colorful pastels, hallucinations that are plaguing my mind. A world of imaginary creatures, doomsday prophets warn the end is near. for me. A pretty dark rose of mine, Winter's last surviving child. Nimbus, Incubus, these scarlet threads that connect us. Goodnight and goodbye for now, hollow infant bones, my timeless beautiful corpse bride.