There's a book with many chapters
Many thorns lead to a rose
Each of which has once drawn blood
Many secrets undisclosed
Stories spin in circles
The end is as the start
Gold bullets in the right hand
Toys with mangled parts
Scars creating something vivid
Unveiling strength from shame
Inspiration from the madness
Igniting into flame
Each thorn contains a lesson
Each chapter has a beast
The flower blooms for each of them
A restless soul finds peace
