Is a rose a rose?

Nobody knows

what hides beneath those petals

Bloodstained

Smells like rust, like dust

and death

Sweet fragrance

Sharp thorn to ***** your finger

and send you spiraling down

into darkness

Falling

Shadows beneath

every sweet-smelling petal

Stained with blood

With death, with fear

Beautiful mask, nothing more

Underneath, nightmares sleep

Tucked under death-scented sheets

They wear that fragrance,

A sweet perfume

And when they bite you,

You smell it, too