Delicate rose,

Deluded by vanity,

Forsaken by scorn,

Weakened an thornless,

Waiting to be taken.

Killed, destroyed,

By merciless hand,

Despite good intentions

What may have been,

Originally, maybe.

Watch it wilt,

Delicate rose,

Weighed down

By the world.

Watch it die,

In artificial surroundings,

Screaming to be free,

Black on the inside,

Knowing the truth

Lost of all its purity.

Delicate rose.