White. Bloody. Roses.

Frozen I am stuck here,
nothing feels alright.
Lost inside my fears,
I lay in death each night.

Crawling I am searching,
for someone I can trust.
The words I am rehearsing,
before I turn to dust.

Enveloping my soul,
the darkness wants to eat.
Digging out a hole,
bloody-ing my feet.

I watch as summer stops,
and stare as winter poses.
And watch as rain starts to drop,
on my white and bloody roses.

Falling deep in darkened space,
with no were else to turn.
I'm vanishing without a trace,
my heart is left to burn.

Darkened is my sky above,
blackened is my ground.
All I want is to be loved,
but that cannot be found.

I hear a voice that calls to me,
but I cannot find the who.
Upside down I seem to be,
on the ceiling of a room.

Falling down a rabbit hole,
right side up again.
Out of the wall there pops a mole,
I know I am insane.

Shrieking at the sunlight,
howling at the moon.
Comfortably at night,
daylight comes to soon.

Blood runs from my eyes,
this life's not what I chose.
I look at my hand in surprise,
for there's a bloody.
White.
Rose...