The Black rose

Sitting in a darken room, silence all around, She pushes her worthless tears slowly from her cheek. Why is the the sun so bright, but her thoughts so dark, Sickness plagues her head, the screams dont get heard. Sleep is such a release, she wishes it lasts forever, a black rose makes her smile, as she lays down and drifts away. In a sweet dream, she laughs and cheers, Everything makes sense, she feels complete. Awakening is always a painful reality, She stands, brushes off her worries and walks away.