I found my gaze on a mirror
Shiny, full of glamour
But in my horror
I saw a red rose
Its beauty was exposed
So I stared, I froze
“What does a rose doing here?”
With the presence of fear
I come near
My eyes nearly disappeared
As it become clear
That this is a graveyard, yet oh so dear
The petals exude positivity
As if its Euphrosyne\'s property
Strokes of joy for anybody
It keeps someone\'s sanity
But only a lonely party
Can see its great tragedy
Its thorns were enticing
Thorns and my fingers were kissing
I was lost with suffering
The rose was painted red
By blood that was shed
From a thousand of living dead
I was fooled by its beauty
Peculiar, not so ordinary
But the rose was living in agony
Quiet, yet screaming loudly
Beautiful, yet full of insanity
Bare in mind, every rose is you and me