The richest hands could give you the blackest of roses, with no hue
All that glitters is not gold, but it will be revealed when it was due
Curiosity and temptations of humans, acts not new
But nevertheless, it's like dancing in a pot of boiling stew
How a human heart will be repeatedly sew?
Because of the monsters that took it's pieces for their evening meal
But yet it only grew
It didn't care about the...