Blooming Poem by Heart of Ice Die Die Die

I was once
a blooming flower
ready to blossom.
But blood was shed
upon the ground
where I was laying.
My petals closed
and turned black
from the hatred
flowing in the
fallen blood.
My roots sucked
up the pain and suffering
and I closed in
upon myself.
Never thinking,
not hoping
that I would
ever open up to the sun again.
And then you gave me
your blood
and I opened up to the sun
once more,
only because of your blood
now with me.