red roses

Blood stained flowers.
Blood stained buildings.
Suffocating our will to live.
The street is covered in the desperate souls of those who once lived, but now can not care, can not love. People trapped, desperate to leave to a better place, to leave the sadness that is making them stay. Those that still live don't want to anymore, as every time they close their eyes, every time they sleep, they relive the times they've been trying to forget. Feel the sweat and blood dripping down their scarred faces. We wanted the dream but we lived the nightmare. Wanted the sun but got the hail. Now our lives have started to prevail. Every time we turn our head.
All we see are the reddest roses.