• This darkness that consumes me has tainted my heart and soul. Blinding me from seeing the light, and the happiness that could be. Laying here tainted and unwanted a tear starts to fall. So much going on it makes me scared and I begin to fall more. Being consumed even more, I start to wither away. Like a dying rose, drying up and turning to dust to blow away in the wind. I slowly shrivel and decay, not even the tears being shed keep this dying rose alive. A lonely single rose sits here and dies, no one to take care of it and help it along. One by one the petals all fall, turning to dust being blown by the wind, this rose will never be seen again