Rose for the burning fire

The walk desperation,unending without ease,
flowing rivers of tears, stained in sorrow, drowning me
bloodshed with cause of no cause
but hope to achive one things from its satanic ritual
my eyes close under weakness
as i lay down to my knees from this fight
loosing my next breathe
from weariness
shadow watching me
and toxicating my dreamsfor happiness
their smiles haunting my faith
bearing their teeth in delight
as i grip my ounce song and purity
to strive for a haven of light
no books their words in vain
pleading me false truth to healing and
finding salvation
following salvation
following my own faith
the bells ring loud in the looms of my mind
singing my lone song of sorrow
surrounded by this darkness loathed in its fire
not a grave to rest in nor a heaven to die under
eternal bide of desperation reign, to throw
a rose for the burning fire