This is my only shot at redemption
After all that I've done

Everyone I've hurt
Over my selfish desires
And impulsive turns

I've no choice but to move on
Create a whole new life for myself
Because the person I was born to be
Is now dead

In my mind's sight
This is the only option I have
Otherwise
My physical being
Will turn to nothing
But ash, by my own hands

Letting go is hardly up for debate
But moving on will guide me
Towards that day
And offer me a clean slate

Stripping a rose of its blood red sin
So that, perhaps one day
It can be white again
But the jagged thorns
Offer a reminder:
Just as the scars that surface
And remain eternally,
Portray the dangerous anamour
And the price of vanity