Blood Flower

Blood flower
Deep in the woods,
Beyond the dark lakes,
Is a special flower,
That inside itself aches,
Nobody picks this flower,
so strange and dark,
But it sees them,
and hears their remarks,
This makes the flower very sad and alone,
For no one would ever want to bring the flower home,
The flower knows that it is different from the rest,
In many ways,
It was not blessed,
It does not look like a tulip,
Or smell like a rose,
It doesn’t have beautiful petals,
For the flower never grows,
The flower sometimes cries,
But It doesn’t cry tears,
Because this flower is different,
This flower has been cursed for many years,
When ever the flower cries,
A special tear drops from the flower’s lonely eyes,
Leaking from the flower’s bud,
The blood flower cries blood.