Thorns

Rose petals white, covering the pavement

Of my garden in the night, flowers faded

Mirror keeps silent, can’t see my reflection

Carefully reminds me of my imperfection

Wounded by the thorns, painfully embracing

The flowers that are meant to speak for me

Love is left unspoken, love no longer matters

Left unsheltered, trampled by eternity

Rose petals white, taken out by winds

Cold and heavy, I hear winter sings

Taken out by winds memories are gone

She takes a rest under the tombstone

Wounded by the thorns, hands are bleeding

Blood is slowly dripping on the ground

I can't feel the difference between death and living

Everlasting winter all around

Black skies eat the night

No sound, no stars out

Her hands are the same cold as mine

But I'm forever cursed to be alive