~ Red as a rose,
Beautiful as starlight
And dark as the night.
Why are thorns growing on my skin?
It seems like my blood is
Replaced with these thorns.
I wasn't so cold, I could have sworn.

~ The damage that it has caused
Feels incurable.
It is leaving me numb inside.
It makes me seem heartless outside.
The thorns don't stop growing
And it kills me.
I became a deadly red rose.