In a garden I lie

Not a sound
Across this meadow
where crimson roses
lay scattered
like freshly spilled blood
the air
reeks of death

My eyes close
to endless darkness

So um, what did you guys think? I scratch down ideas sometimes when one hits my head, so this one is my latest. I'm a bit happy with it. There's a place above where you can vote, but comment if you want to critique, which is gladly accepted.