I am pretty as a rose
for I have withheld my pose
I smell a wonderful scent of spring
what else may this life bring

But just as a rose I have thorns
each a representation of my horns
I hold a deep evil within me
an evil as sorrowful as it may be

For my evil isn't harmful
but yet harmful to myself
It is an evil which drags me down
It wears upon me a glistening crown

And just as a rose i will wilt
I will fall and tumble over all that I have built
I am a rose at my end
Its only an amount of time before I bend

The evil of my thorns and despair
will spread through the air
it'll spread through my veins
and will leave ash and remains

A reminder of what once was
A flower pretty
but a flower which holds pain
and will not be saved by this rain
© zeneeck