I'm searching for an end.
I feel it drawing near.
Dripping down my cheek,
a final heartfelt tear.
I'm choking on my words.
I drown inside my sob.
I guess you never saw
the soul that you would rob.
My end is in a blade,
perhaps it's in a pill.
As my angel comes to tak eme,
my poisoned blood will spill.
And where my blood will fall,
a blackened rose will rise.
And it will cry the tears
falling from my eyes.