Can roses bloom again
If it were to rain
On the grave of my heart

My life got ripped away from the fibres of my being.
No soul.
No home.
All that’s left are broken bones.
And I’m always left on my own.
How do I put some colour into my bleak world?
Will there ever be hope for something beautiful to unfurl?
I guess while I try to put stars in the sky I’ll try not to hide because fearing my demise is a waste of time. But I feel like nothing will ever be mine.
If only for once something could work out before I’m at the end of the line.

This petty tragedy is such a hoax.
Will I succumb to the rope?
I can’t even tell if I have hope.
They’re breaking my bones with the masquerade of lies.
And everyone always seems to be wearing a disguise.
But all I can think about is my lack of time leading to my demise.
So I guess I’ll just continue to hide.
I’m so ******* lost and I don’t know if I want to be found.
I just wish there were another sound.
Instead of the eerie energy that follows me around.
Why can’t I get out of this mess and turn my life around?
I guess I’ll just have to try to make it until the last sundown.

My whole existence is filled with hate.
I wish I could escape.
But I can’t seem to be able to turn the page.
Why does this have to be my fate?
I want to get away.
But things keep going deeper into this hellhole I’m in.
My life is like a series of other people’s sins.
Always leading to my demise, I can’t seem to win.
So what about the seeds of lies that they plant around every bend?
I try to get past it but everyone would rather believe in what’s pretend.
So I guess I’ll just keep trying to mend.
And hope that something changes.
Because I honestly can’t take this.
If only people could just see that their projections of who I am are barely ever even me.
I can’t get myself back, where is the key?
What’s getting stronger is my sanity.
But I can’t figure out what I need,
Except to end this petty fuckery.

Does the gloomy weather bring dread?
I think there’s still some thorns in my head.
Can I find a way to break the cycle?
My life seems planned out like a recital.
So when will I find a ray of light?
It’s getting harder to make it on my own at night.
Does the gloom consume my harmless thoughts?
My dreams are so vivid, they leave me distraught.
If I can’t even escape the chaos in my dreams, then what else could I possibly conceive?
I’ll just keep hoping to find something to bring hope, as I try not to choke on all of the games the masquerade wants to never stop to play.

Trapped in this body.
Will I ever be set free?
What happened to my soul?
It’s exactly what I need.
Life is turning to a darker hue.
What is going on? I’m getting sick of this debut.
So as I try to figure out what to do, I’ll try to keep the same shoes, and hope that things get less misconstrued.

Walking down this twisted path with no sunshine up ahead.
I broke my spine when you were mine, but now the dread is such a threat.
If only I could see clearly and live life just for me.
I don’t know what I’ll find but I’m drifting farther from my mind.
So as the sun shines bright to fight away your fears,and the moon illuminates to give you company. I guess even if I get myself back I’ll still be a wilted flower. Trying to be strong. Trying to get things right. And trying to win this fight, only to be the person I wish I could become.