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i suffer
alone and cold
holding a rose
with nothing else to hold

if only there were light
if only there were love
for i am nobody
who desearves to go to the above

for i am no one
that desearves to be
a loving emptyness
inside of me

for i am no one
to desearve the
no life
no one shall be
with me

i am life
i hold
but a rose
nothing to see
nothing to unfold

forgive me
above
for i need a knife
for none is here
i cannot strike

if only
if only
the end was near
but for me
it is never clear