• The dakness is like a black rose,
    Cricke! Cricket! Is the way the sliecne goes,
    No words escaped this bleeding heart,
    no wonder they said depression is just the start,
    a black rose falls to the floor,
    peddle by peddle,
    they silently fall,
    you're not strong enough to conqure them all,
    rise above this falling rose,
    rise above and let your story be told,
    or sist bac and watch your life unfold,
    you could be like everyone else,
    or let your life fall aprart in pieces,
    this is not a story you see,
    but these are actuall memories,
    thie silence is enver ending,
    the darkness will consume,
    and eventually everything,
    witll be like a black rose.
    Gone forever