A sweet scent flows to me, so much decadance in these memories, just as is your eyes are red, no telling of the petals inside your head. The petals of a rose left me on the ground and cold, the petals of a rose left me without my soul. The thorns have left me on my knees, these thorns left me to bleed, the petals of a rose, stole the breath right out of me. A sharp thorn tears into my skin, so much is remnant of the things i hold in, just as is you bleed me dry, no telling of the thorns inside my eyes.
The petals of a rose left me on the ground and cold, the petals of a rose left me without my soul, the thorns have left me on myknees, these thorns have left me here to bleed, the petals of a rose, stole the breath right out of me, stole the breath right out of me! And as i sit here and i bleed, begging for forgiveness, leave me misery, let those last words pass softly by your lips. The petals of a rose blew me away, the petals of a rose have nothing to say, the thorn is left here in my skin, the thorn tears me outside from within, the petals of a rose stole the breath right out of me! The sweet scent no longer flows to me.

WOW!!! A sweet scent flows to me, no telling of the petals inside your head, the petals of a rose left me without my soul, stole the breath right out of me, so much is remnant of the things i hold in, And as i sit here and i bleed, begging for forgiveness, leave me misery, let those last words pass softly by your lips. The sweet scent no longer flows to me...

algra... this journey is tugging at my heart for you.. so painful.. and the way it depletes.. so sad.. your description is riveting and creative.. I truly admire your way with imagery..