Coffin of the mind,
Sole was thrown in a linen basket.
Suffocating in the casket,
Beware of friends like coffin nails
With devilish intentions.

Buried alive
In the coffin of pain,
I cannot look away from the pain,
Disabled under the weight of predicaments.

Dress the wounds,
Don't let them harvest
From the ashes of pain.

A black rose covered in darkness,
But I still try to shine brightly
With blood on the leaves.