The world can be a happy place
like the petals on a rose.
The world can be a revengeful place
Like the delicacy of them.
The world can be a sinful place
like the stem harboring the thorns.
It can be full of love and joy,
or torture to those caught
in its unmerciful grasp.
The mind can be an
unpredictable swarm of pain and emptiness,
like a prison cell with you holding the key,
but you don\'t want to leave, do you?
Is the one flower surrounded
by pure insanity really worth it?
You and I both know
it\'s deceiving you,
but you stare at it anyway.
This rose won\'t save you,
nore will it heal you.
Roses can\'t seem to be one thing.
They are their own,
never to be bent by human hands.