The Death Of Me

Bitter rose petals,
Fall from Love's poisoned tree,
Red satin sheets wrap around me,
Roots and vines black with poison,
Thick with fear,
No breath,
No sound,
It's closing in,
I might drown,
Someone please save me,
I'm too weak,
I may collapse,
Vision is blurred,
Words are slurred,
Drained of emotion,
Heart as black as charcoal,
Heavy with putrid stains,
As it continues to taint,
"You will me forced to love me" it paints,
And I can feel my lungs go faint,
For the bitter rose petals fell, from Love's poisoned tree,
I fear, one day, may this be the death of me.

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