Ninja Soul


Red Rose (Poem 3 from Roses Series)


Beware of the red rose...
Might be planted by a human,
but no ordinary human.

He's a psychotic killer.

He plants red roses,
to give to women...
to make them believe.

Believe that he loves them,
when really he's only got evil plans...
Evil deeds.

The women will take them,
and then he takes them to his place.

What does he do?

He rapes them,
then murders them.

After he gets done raping and killing,
he cuts them into pieces,
and then he burns them.

He's never been caught,
no burnt pieces have been fount.

So he's still loose in the world.

If a man comes to you,
tries to give you a red rose,
don't take them,
or you'll be next...

Submitted: Thursday, February 16, 2012
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