Wretched Rose

With lovely petals you are the most beautiful flower in bloom
Beckoning forth both men and women to pick you
Chosen to befriend and to even give a romance
Because everyone wants to be near your great radiance

But beneath uniquely colored petals lies a beast
Thorns lurk hidden under tresses of gentle kindness
Always laying in wait to ensnare  your prey
Ready to pull them under in searing agony

Your cold heart calls out for the blood of others
Foretelling wondrous things and leading into demise
Promising false love and fake friendships left and right
Dooming naïveté and innocent lives with every word

Your lips and tongue hold poison like no other
Hands clasping a deadly invisible blade intended to strike
Icy heart in constant calculation of variables
Deceitful eyes hiding your horrid soul

A true nature calling out for pain and death
Manipulation your greatest and most used weapon
Constantly playing on the hearts of others
And leaving broken souls in your wake

Murdering all in your path so unfortunate to meet you
Pitting everyone you have met against each other with your charm
A demon with the appearance of an angel you are
Leaving ruins behind you while you seek new victims

You are a soul created of true darkness
Evil in every way with no sense of remorse
Not even calling your vile heart black is dark enough
For you are darker than the blackest of black

Living your life for enjoyment at the expense of others
Your mere existence mirrors that of the devil
An existence that should never have been
You were a soul God never wished to see

The spawn of Satan or even Satan himself
Everything you are is drenched in so much blood it can never be called red
Others not left in your wake pity all who were
They see your fast destruction and wish not to meet you

Though the sad truth is they know not who you are
All they know is that your thorns have yet to destroy them
But once they know the truth it will be far too late
The breaking of their soul will come quickly and harsh

Yet you are not the only one of your kind
The existence of other evil flowers is inevitable
And if you should know another you do not know
Only the day you meet your own demise will you learn

Their petals are just as deceitful as yours
And poisonous thorns just as deadly and concealed
You are not immune to their poison and will one day learn
One day you will fall victim to a trap much like your own

One day you shall be left in a path of destruction
They will break your soul of stone much like you have done
A wicked flower will someday cross your path
And you will never know until far too late