Deaths Black Rose

A trail of black roses
led me to your door,
I knocked and received no answer,
I peeked in through the window
and I saw IT,
looming over a table
covered in roses,
their prickly thorns ripping into its' flesh,
yet it did not bleed,
it turned as if sensing me,
its' face was long and white
all but for its' blood red lips, and black around its's eyes,
this was death
and I knew he was waiting for me
that my time was over,
so I went to him
after all I had never gotten roses before.