This rose is
This rose is…
This rose is its own existence
and,
In this instance, this rose is for you… dying.
I'm trying to escape this place,
To face a future filling fakes full of,
Ingested infested FROSTED FLAKES.
Still… making mistakes.
If only I knew what to do to…
ESCAPE
This road knows no end
in distance and,
In persistence, this road is my friend anew,
And true.
I have so much shit still I need to do…
I spend most my time searching for you.
Help me escape.
.
.
.
.
.Feeling regret for feeling.
Fuck