Here's the end, here it goes
the last petal to the rose.It's black and withered, ready to decayno amount of fight left, to my dismay.I thought that it could last longer,stand the test of time, be a little stronger.Now it's fallen to the ground and silence is left all around.I'm left with the darkest place of my own thoughts, the moonless midnight of my mind.It's the place I fear, but can no longer run and hide.The rose is gone, only thorns are left to seethe beautiful soul that once was can no longer be.