Nearing the end endlessly

Another rose slips through bloodied fingertips, eyes swollen, heart shattered. A dark cloud swallows the mind and all is lost again. Sharp steel penetrating the soul, what's left atleast... love is not meant for this one. This beauty not meant for his eyes, this touch not meant for his flesh, for he is marked and carries with him failure. Consumed by the broken, left to rot until the next is hungry. Foolish to consider being someone, knowing the nothing that he is... empty flesh and bone waiting for death. To sleep forever, tired and lonely this soul belongs to no one and has no home. Again wandering, looking for a place to belong, to be good enough. Does this exodus have no ending... does this torment have no conclusion.....