Warrior of the Roses

Fell asleep in a bed of roses. Their beauty can be misleading. I wake up daily with bloody noses, The morning after the beatings. The Gallows of my mind, Wreak Havoc on me. Your thorns won't detach, From the apple of my eyes, Leaving me bruised and bleeding. Gathered my own army. Escaped my own hanging. Joined forces with the madness, that has infiltrated my life. Broke down a wall, I didn't know could fall. Must run the race, When I've barely learned to crawl. I'm learning to breathe fire. Once and for all.