As the petals dropped in what felt like time standing still. The roses lost not only their beauty but also their reason to live.

The sun seemed cold and hell looked warm and friendly. Heaven became a dream that mortal minds could not understand.

And so i longed to converse with the earth, to solemnly plea for it to take me in. Open the graves of forefathers forgotten, remove a few bones and take their impassive positions.

Spend eternity dormant and hopefully forgotten. Leave the world of pain to the hypocrits that run it.

But alas i cannot even bargain with death, for truth betold i am a coward.

So destined am i to trod this rode alone, for naked i came, and naked i shall depart.

From this cold hopelessness world.