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The lyrics are mine and the music and vocals are from A.I program Suno. ----------------------------------------- Within the darkest depths of shattered dreams, A love forsaken, torn at the seams. With eyes so cold, a heart armored in disdain, She lingers in shadows, causing endless pain. In these walls of ebony, she hides her vile solace, A twisted rotten muse, cascading endless malice. Oh, the rose that bleeds in stone, forsaken by her touch, A tale of love and torment, where passion hurts so much. In the starless nights, a man's heart cries in vain, Caught in the grips of unrequited love, bound by chains. His words of adoration dance upon her deaf ears, As sorrow wraps her fingers, embracing all his fears. Her heart a labyrinth, an abyss of sorrow, Where happiness lay slain, no hope of a better tomorrow. In crimson silence, she bathes in distorted ecstasy, Feasting upon his love, an eternal act of heresy. Oh, the rose that bleeds in stone, forsaken by her touch, A tale of love and torment, where passion hurts so much. In the starless nights, a man's heart cries in vain, Caught in the grips of unrequited love, bound by chains. Like an olden curse, she devours him alive, Drinking his emotions, while darkness thrives. Her touch sears like acid, scorching to the core, A serenade of misery, love's rotten lore. Her laughter echoes, an enchanting symphony of despair, While his soul crumbles, crumbling into thin air. Love's illusion, a cruel game of twisted fate, Her apathy, the executioner sealing his wretched state. In this rotten garden, she is the thorny bloom, A devil in surreal beauty, presiding over love's tomb. Oh, the rose that bleeds in stone, forsaken by her touch, A tale of love and torment, where passion hurts so much. In the starless nights, a man's heart cries in vain, Caught in the grips of unrequited love, bound by chains. In the shadows he walks, a broken masterpiece of despair, A poet of love, reduced to ashes floating through the air. For there can be no solace in a heart that's gone astray, His love forever unrequited, as the echoes of his pain decay.