• I sit upon a floor covered in black roses.
    I can't see sunlight unless you count the moon.
    I bekon my eyes to close and breathe in the smell of roses.
    Although I can't becuase my eyes well up with tears.
    So much pain.
    So much.
    I feel like I haven't talked in years.
    Like I've been down stairs.
    Sleeping in a coffin for centuries.
    So much pain.
    I let it out in sorrow and tears that I can't feel stream down my face.
    I just clutch a rose in my hands and bury my face in it.
    I never wanted to be alone.
    I just feel alone forever.
    And forevermore to me damned.