The corpseflower had so many memories,
Horrors of the lives before it survived,
The screaming of the innocent,
Drowning the crimson corpseflower,
The wet blood seems like tears,
The corpseflower hangs it's head,
And wilts away, while little seeds flutter,
To other haunted places,
For blood to re-new,
In respect for the dead,
To die once again...
