Our love was tangled in a bundle of roses

Residing within thorns with sorrowly forecloses...

...My capacity to ever feel again

Watering each blossom with a transparent acid rain

Composed of petals of lust

And thorns of pain

Both victims to our forever growing daisy chain

My love for you bloomed so effortlessly and gentle

Perhaps that's why the infatuation grew so fragmental

With your solem swears to never be apart

You planted roots within me 

That intertwined with my depleting heart

Slowly poisoning my soul

Like the sting of a killer bee

But when you left,

You see,

That's what really killed me.