Scarecrow_Man

This writers block is desperately killing me.
Fire in my eyes, I don't know if it's still alive?
Or as dead, as the rose, we once planted on the stones...
Am I myself, or am I lost in you?
Did I ruin myself, for marking my white skin,
By a friend who was a backstabber?

Am I someone else, or am I just too lost in my head?
Will I reach my dream, or will it be too late?
If I was born to lose, let me be dead before I ever wake...