look into my eyes, see the pain
you caused ?.
My soul an empty wasteland without life.
Darkness falls, I feel nothing, like a rose that could not shed its thorns.
I touch it, feel its sorrow pricking me,
hmmmmm, did I feel that?!
I ask so many times and yet you say nothing.
do I deserve no answers ?, is this a test of faith ?
one should wonder.
so i walk down a new path holding the rose of the dead,
blood dripping from my finger tips from
where the thorns had stuck.
and so I move one, I alone will decide my own fate, my destiny and my eternity.
so if this displeases you , then show your self.
Deserve it, earn it, or say nothing.
I am the key, you are the lock.
so tell me,
what are you going to do ?.