The flower of death

A gentle flower,
With black leafs,
Blossoming in the eternal darkness,
All alone.

She has no friends,
No one that will take care of her,
The flower of death.

She feel no pain,
And she's not even lonely ,
Being all alone doesn't matter to her,
She was like that since the beginning of her life.

A gentle flower,
Alone at the darkness ,
At full blossom,
The flower of death.

She doesn't mind ,
She actually prefers ,
To be left alone,
Because she knows-
That everyone who will stay with her will find his end.

Since the moment she created,
This beautiful flower,
She knew what was her fate,
She knew she was the flower of death.