Black Roses

Nothing's stable here,
It's good,
Then your fear,
Then time to walk,
Alone in the dark,
Of the still night,
Where a journey I'll embark.

And I sleep in the hallow,
In black rose sorrow,
I need to come borrow,
A pill for the pain.

And down I fall,
Deeper into a hole,
To where I'm dead,
And no one can see me,
Where I rest my head,
Down on my bed.

I walk down misery's road,
On a hope of bloody dreams,
Life is the dead's dream,
And tearing up every seam.

And I walk down a road,
And it's covered with petals,
Of a black rose garden,
And I sigh in relief,
I'm actually alive.