Dark Poetry

Thorns before roses

Let me tell you of a world,

Where we know roses for their thorns.

Where reality is swirled,

And every soul is torn.

Hope doesn't live here,

It's too rainy and dry.

Every citizen lives in fear,

But not one shall dare cry.

Love is our greatest fear,

A smile's looked down upon.

It's always cloudy here,

I've never seen the sun.

A dictator eats our souls,

And slashes at our skin.

And when we die we're fed to ghouls,

Because living was our sin.

We induce our own starvation,

To eat will bring us torture.

By laceration's to our skin,

And emotional pain to endure.

The society of the broken,

The society of the scarred.

But not a single word is spoken,

Of how we have it hard.

We walk around in silence,

Wearing mask's with empty eyes.

To speak is a act of defiance,

Death comes to the one who tries.

By adolescence most fall,

To suicide's powerful lure.

Death is a relief to all,

The only thing that's sure.

But those who cling to their empty lives,

Slowly begin to lose their fragile minds.

Cutting themselves with rusty knives,

Till death frees them from their binds

Do you fear this world of hate?

Is this a place you dare not tread?

Do not fret about your fate.

This world lives in my head.

Did you know this is my world?

Where roses are known for their thorns?

You never saw as my mind unfurled,

Because of the disguise's l have worn.

(P.s. I would like to thank AnaghaS for help on the second stanza.)