Roses from Demons
Roses from demons,
bloom in the night,
beautiful petals,
hiding a bite.
They smell like heaven,
but grow from the grave,
promising love
to those they enslave.
I held one softly,
then watched myself bleed.
Some roses are gifts
some grow from greed.
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