Brittle Rose

 Another one of my favorites. Quite the metaphor as well. 

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Brittle Rose

The walls feel like they're closing in, and the death seems so near. The feeling of no escape, comes from the shadows. 

And I'm starting to feel like a brittle rose. Where did the thorns go? I'm staring to feel like a brittle rose. Where did the thorns go?

The dark cold nights and heavy snow, come crawling, and I don't know what to do. Just let it happen?

The rose petals come falling off. What will remind? Could it be nothing? Could it be something? Who would know, anyways?

And I'm starting to feel like a brittle rose. Where did the thorns go? I'm starting to feel like a brittle rose. Where did the thorns go? 

I keep walking the same cold road. Leading me to no where, but pain, it feels. Where is the warm sun's light? No where to be found, yet.

The rose petals come falling off. What will remind? Could it be nothing? Could it be something? Who would know, anyways?

And I'm feeling like a brittle rose. Where did the thorns go? I'm feeling like a brittle rose. Where did the thorns go?

Where did the thorns go?

Where did those thorns go?