Thorns

Feet pounding on the pavement, I can't believe my eyes. The shadows jump out at me, they're plotting my demise. I can't believe the sounds that they whisper in my ears, and I can't believe the stories that have become so dear. There's nothing left for me, as I run down this dark path; the thorns of roses stabbing right into my flesh.

It's like there's something missing, something that I need. Roses so beautiful, yet they're hurting me. Life is like a rose, as its petals drop to the floor.

There's nothing left but silence.
Tonight is no more.