I am surrounded by thorns,
They tear at my flesh,
And my love for that single rose,
Is my only light,

The monster's horns,
Gouge me, a creeping rash,
And heaven only knows,
My painful plight,

The stones' pointed starkness,
Suffocated by darkness,
No one can see,
That all these things are killing me,

That rose used to glow so bright,
But now it's light,
Is lost to the eternal night,

I wish that I could somehow break free,
It'd be better to feel nothing,
Than to feel this pain,

I wish that someone would see,
Something,
Of this deadly domain,

How long have I been here?
Encased in this cell,
Of thorns and darkness,
I can't even tell,
Time goes by so sluggishly,
I might as well,
Be in Hell,

Who's to say I'm not already there?
But I know I'm on Earth,
I'm still alive,
If this could be called living,

I choke on this air,
I have known no mirth,
Can I be revived?
No, this place is unforgiving,

Would it be easier to end it now?
Even if I could somehow,
Escape this place,
I'd never be able to face,
The world with its barbed lace,
The scars still marring my skin,
My self-control is wearing thin,
Scrabbling in the thorns and vines,
I grasp the handle of the knife,
Time to end my miserable life,
I plunge it deep, ready to part,
With this miserable existence,
Feel it embedded in my heart,
I whisper my last words to that rose,
Shining like the brightest star,
"My love, I am sorry, but,
Your love wasn't enough,
To keep me alive,"
The blood flows from the cut,
All I will leave behind is a scuff,
In the dirt,
In heaven shall I be revived.