Those Deep RED ROSES

Deep red roses
thorns cut my wrist
thy wrist begins to bleed
eyes start to weep
bid my sadden farewell
i sleep my way into hell
the angels scream a bloody death nothing is what it seems
take a dieing breath
roses petals fall
clocks ticks eleven eleven
to judged guilty or free
begin to fall to unknown ground
try to fly to flee
a lost soul never to be found
soft petals of a rose
floats tenderly in the river
animals seem quiet
they seem to froze
begin to quiver
silently you scream
awake from red roses deadly dream
the thorns tangle you in vines
you soul you leave be hide you no you did wrong to the person that hurt you so bad but only with one trusting wish can you go back and wish you had never hurt yourself so bad!