Red roses

Scattered all around the floor

Like my heart that’s been shattered

One too many times before

Stabbed by your very thorns

Consumed by the beauty

Never knowing exactly

What you’d do to me

Oh no

Your very thorns pierce right through me

Poisoning my very being

Some sick and twisted game you play

Making me question my very sanity

Is it me?

Is it me?

It’s maddening

How beauty is fleeting