the rose that has no thorns will soon be ruined
not by time, the earth or weather
but by the hands and eyes and minds
that that no longer long for better

we are all young, innocent and deadly
the dangerous dark thoughts we have are real
there is no tunnel with a light at the end
only a rose with thorns sewn on that's dead

the night can smell our fear
we have no remorse for you
the kingdom we knew sits ruined
our voices have been silenced

we are the hollow and stuffed men
we've perfected our whimpers
the moonlight that sits in the sky
only illuminates broken men and failed lives

for now i don't have a title. i am still working on it. crit mine i'll do yours.
dude thats kinda lame. your teacher will probably tell your parents your messed up. dont submit that!