Blood Flower

Cold heart, empty eyes

cracked ice and faked smile...

Burnt and burning

with a fire of the deepest white.

Teeth and claws and nails and fangs...

I am all.

I am nothing.

Too different, just the same.

Chased after with kind words

and sharpened knives.

I am the beautiful rose

whose thorns will cut and bleed

any who dare now

to take my life and pluck me.