You picked me like a rose, enchanted I bloomed for you, I wanted to, To bring you happiness, undaunted

You praised sweet fragrances, fine petals But rubbed me wrong, pricked on a thorn Your love turned furious, unsettled

One by one, picked off my spines I bled for you, I wanted to Loathing thorns once mine

With wounds unbound, began to wilt No remorse from you, no guilt Just hars distain, repulsion, pain

No longer I, your rose Just a reminder, of what I once was Blaming me for being wrong

But all roses come with thorns Perhaps it's not a rose You wanted, all along

-Arch Hades