That's what they call me
It's in my eyes
In my name
In these poems
Beauty is always ruined with war and violence
Look at the rose
It's beautiful
It's petals dripping in divine color
But the thorns make it lethal and dangerous
Sharp and full of  bloodshed
But "Beauty is pain and there's beauty in everything"
Flowers with thorns don't want to be messed with
Plants with spikes don't want to be touched
They both need to be loved