Roses Of Thorns

Inside the crimson beauty
Beholds a desperate lie
Within mesmerizing glory
It all will soon deny

Behind the poisonous petals
And it's lovers dew
Misery's pain will begin to settle
Where sacred passion grew

Holding the stem of wakened love
Cutting the grasp of happiness and pride
Suffering surfaces from the heart above
By the roses of thorns that abide

Protected from the infatuated hope
This devil flower rescues a worthless soul
A rose made to destroy and to cope
As the mind it does console.

Roses of thorns, demon flower.
Devour me with unforgiving power.