Wrath of many locked inside one

Every night I rest my eyes
hoping to see
what has become of me.
Was it sadness, depression or loneliness
that severed my ties with my humanity
or was it something else.
Wrath of many locked inside one,
is there anything that can be done
to save a dying soul.
One God, the God of Death
hovers above you as you sleep
sucking the life out of you
which you're desperately fighting to keep.
So much pain and so much sorrow
who's life am I allowed to borrow
to save my own in order to
be the one who offers immortality to those
who seek salvation even tho there is none.
Single rose resting on the ground
it's thorns appear to look like horns.
The rose is red as the blood.
Blood of the butchered children
which were killed in the middle of the night
only so someone can prove their might.
Drops of blood staining the stairs
Stairs which lead to the end of journey
and to the end of my life.