The rose of blood.

There is a rose that I have grown
and its feeding on my flesh.
I didnt even feel it
as the wounds were still to fresh,
but now its eatting me alive,
and like the hunter turned prey
its now a growing certainty
that I will die this day.

Ive been seeing this rose
through a newly dawned sight,
and Im just now realizing
that somethings not quite right
as these vines now have me
struggling with all my might.

The thorns have sunken in
and are ripping me apart.
Ive tried to tear them out
but I dont know where to start.
Now Im stuck here bleeding out
as it feasts on my heart.

The blood is seeping down
and feeding coiled roots,
its nearly drained me dry
but Im still shaking in my boots.
Its keeping me alive
to do what it wants me to,
I have to tell its story
so it can come for you...