roses.
dying under your care.
falling from your fingertips,
your look of despair.

roses.
crushing the petals
picking off the thorns.
tell me,
what’s it like?
to see your devil horns.

roses.
it gets bigger every day.
the growing hurt.
the growing pain.
it just won’t go away.

roses.
i wish that i could rise.
when will you realize;
you’re causing my demise.