With Roses, Come Thorns

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I lay in my garden of roses

How soft and sweet

How beautiful, the soft ecstasy

Death in love with us

Reaching her cold hands

To put an end to us

I'll take the roses

Though they prick me with thorns

Death tastes our love

Taunting us apart

With roses, come thorns

Pricked flesh

Bleeding in our tomb

With hands locked as one

I'll never let go

With thorns carved into my flesh

The sorrow engraved upon me

With roses, come thorns

Pricked flesh

Bleeding in our tomb

With hands locked as one

I'll take the roses

Though they prick me with thorns

I'll take the hate

If only I can have you