The twisted thoughts built within my mind creating mahem and dispair. Leave them to wallow in their sorrow, alone and afraid. Beauty is gone, whithered, beaten and frayed. Lost beneath the thorns the rose stuggles to stay in bloom. Torn and tangled it builds up strength to grow beyond the thorns. The lights above glisten and glare and the rose breaks loose leaving behind the thorns. Yet the twisted thoughts remain forever tossing and turning.