My Bed Of Thorns

Love betrothed thee,
Death beseeched me.
Love betrayed he,
Death hoorayed three.

In my eyes,
This rose I seek.
Takes to other's lies,
She begins to tweak
Out, as lies begin to sleep
Hatred, like roots, grew too deep
Now, as pedals start to fall,
Tears, begin to crawl
Down the side of your own cheek.

In the end this bed of roses that I sought,
Became a bloody bed of thorns
Withered and wrought.

A new life never born.