Mistaken Roses

I lie awake in the bed of roses that we once had made Allowing the heat once made for us chill across my lips and rejoin against my serenade Against my wishes I made us tear apart and enter a different realm of neglect and shrouded joy shriveled roses where you once laid I keep myself awake late at night dreaming of our roses that we once danced upon Thinking of every mistake I stumble on my own blade let it slice this heart Take this tainted blood and make it an acidic lake I no longer need this thing this plague called love That tears my rose apart leaving only dried petals For my sacrifice I lie awake in my one and only mistake in the roses we were once able to make