bathed in dead roses.

Today I bathed in a bath of dead roses.
I let the thorns twist in my skin.
The petals drowned my body in dusty mould.
In
out
In
out
I frantically spit the petals in a sighing doubt.  
In
Out
Soaking in the death of our love.
In
Out
In
Out
I twist the thorns behind my eyes.
Out my ears the blood bleeds.
You hear no scream.
Lost in a tranquil dream.
Just to feel your love.
One more... Time.
I soak in a bath of dead roses.
They intertwine my motionless body.
My un beating heart.
I feel so close.
Yet your so far.