Just wrote some random shit here.

None shall walk with me
In rose gardens decked with thorns,
For I stand alone
In this world of fickle fools
Chasing roses whose shades fade.

None shall walk with me
‘Mid the melancholy of time
Ticking on, tireless,
As roses bloom and wither,
Living worthless, leaden lives.

No trees offer shade
From scintillating sun’s wrath,
As timeless as time,
So I walk alone, tortured,
In rose gardens decked with thorns.

Mildew masked by green
Whispers woe disguised as joy,
Devoid of desire
To seek out greater meaning
Of the purposes they serve.

So they endeavour
To seek fleeting fulfilment
To suffer in ignorance,
And alone, I walk thus,
‘Mid the melancholy of life.

-The Forgers of Fantasy