See the flawless rose,
Scarlet velvet
Bleeding beauty.
She smiles at the sun,
Glowing
Endlessly smiling.
Her crimson petals
Hide her thorns
And her pain.
She is nothing more
Than a false angel.

Look closer at the perfect flower.
See beyond her concealing petals,
Look past the beguiling blush.
See what is really there.

Watch as in your gaze,
Her petals fade.
The red slips away like a whisper
To be replaced
With decaying clouded grey
And death-like black.
Her protection starts to crumble
And her petals
Like the leaves in autumn
Fall into pale lacework
Pierced by her own thorns.
She is no longer beautiful.

Your gaze was unwittingly
The frost to wither a rose.
You did not know that to look too close
Was to destroy an angel.
As a rose myself,
I think that even had you known,
It would not have mattered to you.
Some people like to tear down
Flawless false angels.
Some people would deliberately
Pick apart a beautiful lie,
Just to see what lay behind.

Here lies a rose.
Smudged and dirty grey.
Her smile no longer lights the sun,
Her petals no longer glimmer in the evening.
See what you have done
To the flawless rose
Of scarlet velvet.