Too Late To Be Grateful

The sweet scent of roses plague her nose, It chases her wherever she goes. She's scared to find out which way the wind blows, But she already knows that he knows. A ladybug lands on her luscious thighs, And not only does this take her by surprise, But she chooses to stare into its little eyes As she selfishly brings it to its demise. Upon tripping into the Rabbit Hole, She starts to realize why she's never felt whole. Everyone who plays any important role Have ALL devilishly sold their soul. The world has now turned to an apocalyptic wasteland. She panics, looking to salvage what she can. There is nothing left to find in the wasteland as she realizes SHE let it all waste from her hands. There are no roses left to be able to dread the smell. No beautiful creatures left to unfairly kill. Take from this what you will, but the point is if everything you ever knew changed in an instant, How would you feel?