it's gone wrong.. again..

Tears are rolling down my face,

tonight I'll be begging for my grace.
Otherwise I'll end as a zero,

remembered as the fallen hero.
It seems as my grave has been dug,

caught in an unbreakable lock.
The withered red roses are symbolizing,
what my life is emphasizing.

Memories are kept inside the broken,
in the middle of the terrible frozen.

Freedom and serenity are near,
so sorry I'm not here.

Located in the black,
unable to reach back.

Last parts are stolen from me,
so sorry you can't see.

- Et kort lille digt som jeg skrev på to minutter i en meget følelsesladet tilstand - failure.