White roses stained with blood,
Ever falling from the sky.
I try to run from my past
never stopping to catch my breath.
My dreary life makes me weep.
I cry my soul into the night,
Will this melancholy ever cease?
I know i need to rest
but i keep running from my fears,
moving faster and faster still.
I have to escape my memories,
I must try but i wont manage,
not by myself.
A promise is broken,
many friends are lost,
A war with myself i have started,
at a great cost.
I am trapped
in the dark waters of my thoughts,
floating among the demons of my mind.
The demons come ripping and tearing at my hope,
I am struggling to keep it,
I cannot win,
My hope is lost.
A bright light breaks through the suffocating waters,
I move slowly towards it.
My reverie is broken,
as i find my dead body laying there,
with a white rose in hand covered in blood.
I am forced to forever float in a sea of despair,
Never to see the light of day again.
Bloody roses drift toward me till the end of time
I will begin to fade away into the darkness,
as the ever lovely white rose wilts away into the dark grey gloom.
White roses drift in blood,
ever staining their perfection...
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