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Roses are deceiving, lying, cruel
Seductive petals stained red like blood
A blanket of pure crimson sin

can you see it? Are they pretty?
Those butterflies made of shattered hearts?
Can you taste them? can you feel them?
Fluttering aimlessly about your life

Scattered through the massacre
Of a mind's greatest desires

One touch, a thorn
stabbing piercing through your flesh
your heart your soul
one touch an you're dead

can you see it? Is it pretty?
The hole in your shattered heart?
Can you taste it? can you feel it?
The sting of your own stupidity

Lie there in the darkness
dying, crying, trying but never reaching
that rose you long for so dearly

Love it, fondle it
Let it's smell intoxicate you
your blood merging with it's luxurious hue

You'll die if you keep going
yet you keep going still
because you're shameful
because you're human

Finally you realize
Blood has turned to poison
Rose has turned to ash in your hand
you've killed it at last

smile now as you cry out in pain
Roses always look better
when they're dead