Rose on my grave

All i feel is a rose on my grave,
the warm touch of bloody petals,
an invitation to the core of my soul,
a madness that the world enjoys.
Maybe this is all just a terrible nightmare,
or something growing inside of me.
The tears fall like rain,
never-ceasing and never-ending,
and as i breathe for the last time,
I realize at the very end
That rose on my grave...
Was the only one you gave to me.