Blackthorn

I am on the verge of giving up
My grave is darker than the black void
where I thought Heaven was
Shower me with shame and pity
 I wont change my mind

Orchids wilt in my hand
I see the travesty I am yet
No one will let me concede
Pass me by once more
I guess my time is up

I stamp on roses to kill this pain
but it gets worse each time
The thorns I have held
will soon draw blood
And leave an upset man behind

The End

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