Bleeding Roses
1 min readFeb 27, 2019
Roses
The blood-red petals seem to flow as though it is blood
They drip, drip, drip with the rain
The color fades away at the start of another day
The stem pokes at those who get too close
The blood of the one that is pierced falls on the seductive rose
The color restored to it’s grandeur, the beauty running through it once more
The trap of a vision, beguiling the prey to it
The stab of affliction that feeds another
Hidden among those who love them
Inattentive to the danger that is adjacent
The marvelous rose, the bloodred
A deathtrap among the few
But is made by the many
Beware of the peril, beware of the threat
Beware of the roses
Whose thoughts are to consume the red
Who tries to lure you in to consume before depleted
Beware of the many
Beware of the
Roses
