They held the rose in their hand,
Clutching the stem with all their strength.
Thorns pricked them every move they made,
But they still continued to smile as if everything's okay.
Spectators only saw its beautiful head,
And how the petals are glowing bright red.
Closer, the hands holding it are starting to fade
As blood caused by thorns are starting to trail.
They made sure everyone only saw the cover,
All their efforts being shown by the flower.
But inside, they knew the monster under its shade,
The Gods above already cut through their fate.
One was a mess,
The other was too.
One wishes this was just a test,
Be able to tell the other, "I just want you."
