Soft, the petals lay br upon your ivory throat, br tracing their scent br into your sweat. br Don't fear the thorns, br their teeth gently slide br across your neck br where I stake my claim. br Breathe, sweet morbid soul br the heady scent br of your final breath br you forsake for me. br Lay at restless peace br upon this crimson tide br of crushed petal sheets br laid bare for you. br At the hint of the moon br you will rise again, br surrender each tomorrow br to my wanton will.