Ink covered Poison

A twisted array of roses

Their petals lying on the floor

The rose rotting at the core

With petals more crimson than before

Ink plastered all over the floor

The mirror painted, and cracked

The innocence may never last

Especially when it thrives in a castle of glass

Someone walks, intentions to break

They pierce the walls

Infecting the rose

Making it rot and fill with ink

Now the rose shall never be

The pure of this world lost in cruelty

The peace and violence corrupted at last

Ink splatters the mirror, hiding the cracks