Destined for desolation. You tell me pain is temporary but it feels like forever. You say it can’t get any worse but I’m still drowning. Laying in the coffin, maggots eating away the feeling of life. Staring to the sky only to be reminded of a lie. Am I going insane or was I born this way? Another day, another pedal falls from the black rose. I pull myself from reality before I fall victim to my mentality