A Rose that blossomed with its red petals as dark as blood. Nourished with fragrance as pure as life. But then it collapsed and fell apart as you plucked them up from its soil and the white dried lines borough the fragrance of death upon it.

A beauty that collapsed to dust and ash just like the cells in my brain. That is slowly devoured by day and night with tears in my eyes I played the songs of the sorrow that wept in my thoughts.

Another day another me but here I am still the same me. Anxiety has struck again and I'm in the corner as my brain detonates itself again. So help me god and make it stop the thinking is drowning my heart away.

A thought here and a thought there but nothing is good and all is dark so someone pull me up and show the light or I'm going to drown and die in the mind of mine.