Rose petals cascade down

Rose petals cascade down and hit the concrete floor as they paint my story upon this snow, cold ground,

I believe that I was a ray of lights that would bring a new dawn in my life, but I was wrong because I feel empty, hollow like my exit does not mean anything,

I use my pain to lock the sinister thought of my mind in the darkness of my soul, my horror as become a venomous knife that cuts into my heart deeper and deeper.