This Should Be Enough

The rose is deep,
Its poison as sharp as the hint of a glass shard,
Poking out from the rain,

Drowning deep, my sorrows are numb against the cracking window,
The cracks resemble the break in the path,
Where I made the wrong choice,

Thorns, thorns, thorns,
Surround the only light in my life,
Its crazy to think, I might amount to something bigger,
Its something I cry for, I would die for,

My own pride is my weakness,
But I cant switch it off,
There's no button, no lever, no secret string wrapped around my little finger,

I have no time to barrow,
The clocks are melting, making pools and pools of strange little things,
I could hardly remember,

Reckless lies, lying to yourself, the lesson of the butterfly,
Fly, but with a price,
Learn, but think fast, stay on the clock that seems all too quick to run out,
Spread life, giving a little piece of yourself in the process,

Medicated, held at gunpoint,
Crave fame and fortune,
So so sorry, it doesn't work so easily my dear,
Forced to make a choice, afraid of the terminal outcome,

It hurts, to give in,
But we must throw it all away in turn,
In turn for supernatural gifts, we are rumored to obtain without a price,
Without death, without suffering,but they have no idea,

Every petal must signify something, something I missed...
But what? What am I looking for? Why must the thorns cut so deep?
Its here somewhere, just follow the footsteps,
Light will obscure the path, just follow the invisible trail,

These doors look so familiar, the dirt on the floor, the blood on the tiles,
Who is that calling my name? He is hiding, deep beneath,
Where he is I haven't a clue, but my soul is crawling out, leading my way, should I ever get lost,

Down, down in the trenches, my blood runs deep,
And the ballerina's theme plays softly in the distance,
I've circled this road before,
Its happening all over again...