I'm  a rose
surrounded by thorns
that ***** on my epidermis
leave scars that leak strands of my soul
till I've lost all genetic identity
and left with an empty dark hole
so I fill it with hate
no light at the end of my tunnel,
there z no end to my tunnel
m the walking dead. I feel like a walking parasite
I tend to eat em from the inside I always stay one step ahead in a game of mind vs heart my mind forever holds the trophy.