Morbid Joy

Red roses weep
my blood,
their thorns cut me
so deep,
who ever knew
they could?

lightning, strike
me dead,
your white clouds
aren't easily read
but i can see
through

rainbows, blind me
please,
make it so
i can't see,
let your beauty
find my peace,

joy only brings me pain, as
with happiness comes the rain,
more pronounced,
never fully content,
full of contempt,
for what is to come,
when shadows hide the sun.