You've surely seen a rose,
Precious and in bloom.
But you've never seen the roses,
That lie wilted in my room.
You've never seen their death,
Or cold hearted gloom.
You've never seen the petals,
Waiting there in doom.
You've never heard the whisper,
That they mutter in your ear.
All night long,
That's the only noise you can hear.
You've never smelt these roses,
They smell like deaths perfume.
You've never smelt that fragrance,
As it glides across a room.
You've never felt the thorns,
As they ***** your fingers.
You've never felt the blood,
How it sits there and lingers.
You've never seen these roses,
I hope you never will.
You'll never see these roses,
Unless it's you they try and ****.