Draft poem 2-Insane

Roses are red

And so is blood

I have come to understand that there is no love

Ten out of ten, I have been left to hurt

I hated it all but not from the start

I ache and sulk about my lost dream

I had visions about the future, and none can be seen

I have been fated to live a puppets life

Dancing in the hand of others with only a string of time

I cannot be who I am, I cannot be who they want me to be

I cannot commit to it and yet I want to be me

All hated and lost to the void

Leave me in my room, alone, I always hated the noise

And so I say again, roses are red

And so is blood

I have come to understand that there is no love

Ten out of ten I have been left for hurt

I hate it all and all from the start

-KrakenBorn