Malefic coffin of wonders

In the middle of the night
I walk around the stones of memory
Moon is a whitness of those red blood wine crimes
I could not forsee
I see a truth which stars reveal
To me when I'm going mad
Passion's a thorn, if rose is love
I've cut and stained myself with blood

I found inside of me some bravery
To turn around my head
Though I know I'm lying
... on a grave

I see a picture of myself
I'm drowning
I don't want your help
I asked you many times for your hand
But you just pushed me down instead