You picked me like a rose, enchanted
I bloomed for you, I wanted to,
To bring you happiness, undaunted
You praised sweet fragrances, fine petals
But rubbed me wrong, pricked on a thorn
Your love turned furious, unsettled
One by one, picked off my spines
I bled for you, I wanted to
Loathing thorns once mine
With wounds unbound, began to wilt
No remorse from you, no guilt
Just hars distain, repulsion, pain
No longer I, your rose
Just a reminder, of what I once was
Blaming me for being wrong
But all roses come with thorns
Perhaps it's not a rose
You wanted, all along
-Arch Hades