“Rose”

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