The Enchanted Rose
I give you this rose of pain
This rose of a loveless curse.
It is with you when your born
It's within your beauty
Your curse of life
Your ruthless pain.
The pain of that dark forest
The cold glass rain to numb yourself.
The blades piercing your back
That feels like the pain of hell.
From your heart to the freezing blood
Running down your back.
Always to cringe in pain
Always to cry your bloody tears.
And I the harlot witch to give you this cursed rose
Will laugh at your pain
The pain of your life.
This rose keeps you alive
The rose that keeps you in pain
The rose that gives you your beauty.
Will ruin you yet
It will tear you down
And in your life this rose will run everyone away.
It will kill you slowly from the inside out.
While I laugh from your suffering
From all that pain
From your meaningless beauty
And I shall be happy at your death.
Knowing I a harlot witch ruined you
With a single rose that signifies love, beauty, happiness
The irony of your life.
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