Dying With No Roses

Lost in the darkness of evil, My eyes
cold with rage. My every new dawn
grows darker, With each new sorrow
my demons, stricken inside my heart.

Ceased to fail and nothing more, dying
inside. Burning slowly to ashes from loneliness,
darkwave of red flames.

Not a soul for me, nothing to give to the
happy from this broken crying heart.
Standing alone in the cold, waiting for
death to take away; this worthless life
I live.

But death sits back laughing, as I suffer.
My tears so many, but nothing but
a waste of time; For no one cares for this
stupid dog.

The pain runs like a knife in my heart,
Running deep and slow. Piercing Through
the only bit of love and happiness, Till
the vitals are a flat line on the screen.

And now I scream in anger, holding
this sorrowful tool to end my unleading
life.

For I see no new tomorrows for
this heart of mine, As I lay down
Dying with No Roses.

Now I lay down, Dying with No Roses.
Crying tears of blood, of the reign of deep
sadness in my heart. And on for every
Lost tomorrow.

Now I lay down, Dying with No Roses.
Crying tears of blood, of the reign of deep
sadness in my heart. And on for every
Lost tomorrow.

Dying with No Roses, Dying with No Roses.
Dying with No Roses, Dying with No Roses.