Child of Misery

Walking on a dark path;
Knowing the dangers along the road
His hair is wet with fresh dew,
In his hand he carries a rose
His eyes so bright and mysterious,
The torture in his soul disguised
There stands the prince;
The prince of all the lies
There stands the boy of mystery,
Hanging his head in misery
All the petals of the rose have fallen,
But one
One left that seems invisible;
Inaudible in every way
It stares at him blankly,
As life fades away
The child of severe misery falls to his knees;
Bleeding on the rose
His heart torn because of his deeds,
Lost in his false hopes
Believing his own lies;
Just a grim shadow;
The father of despise.