Insignificant Death

I cling to life
My soul has been torn
Death must be final
I will not be reborn

So still I hold
Single petal to bud
Still drawing warmth
For a heart lacking blood

This sphere is my universe
I refuse to let go
For there is no afterlife
Truly death row

The weaker around me
Have been plucked off by hand
Stem has been ripped
From its dark, earthy land

Beauty the killer
Yellow velvet to blame
Monstrous creatures
My fate is their game

For I am pretty
Less vain than a rose
Because of this charm
I narrate this prose

Surely I'm lovely
But the reason I die
If I were a weed...
Less appealing to the eye

Look at the flesh
It's coming for me
To leave the bud naked
A feast for a bee

It pinches my body
Rips it off with a pluck
My life is fading
Boy, does this suck

"He loves me"