Rosés
They seem to be,
Innocent.
But...
Secretly they,
Have been showing
All traits.

Evil,
Innocent,
Good,
Depressed,
Sick,
And even death.

Rosés hold
A hidden,
Evil.
Destroying the mental,
Hiding away till...
It to late...

Rosés are red
But you fled.
Leaving me,
Without a key...
To my hidden
Pain.

Shriveled rosés
Are death,
Evil.
Killing you,
From inside.

Listen to me,
For I have been,
Crying
Screaming
But was never herd.

The red rose
Is inner
Pain.

It once
Was a white rose
Your heart bleeding.
Painfully.
Blood dripping
On the rose.
Staining it...
Red.