Roses

My petals are dangerously red and pure

But the thorns hurt more than you'll ever know

The strong scent of my flower will lure

You to me and I have you trapped

Humans call me a rose

But I am not the kindest of people

I'm like a drug overdose

Too much of me can kill you

I'll light you like fire

Fill you up with desire

When your fire finally turns into ash

I will start my dash

You think you know me well

But you know nothing at all

When death rings his bell

Then you'll understand

What it's like to be a rose...