Nights

When you look at a rose, you might picture a gun, In a world where beauty and danger are one. Petals like bullets, soft yet strong, A delicate bloom in a world gone wrong. Thorns that protect, like a weapon in hand, A symbol of love in a perilous land. Beauty can wound, and danger can stun, When you look at a rose, you might picture a gun. — Written by Inksoenteer