Where flowers bleed

Death�"like a flower.
It’s beautiful,
Because it marks the end�"
Of pain,
Of misery,
Of anxiety and depression.

But all roses have thorns.
And for this flower,
They’re quite large�"
Many,
Like a swarm of bees
Ready to sting their next victim.

But just like the bee with no stinger,
We die�"
And we don’t know where we’ll go.
Heaven?
Hell?
Paradise?
Or just another anime-style reincarnation?
It sounds pretty…
But powerful.

Still,
The bonds we build with each other�"
They give us a reason,
A whisper of purpose,
No matter how small it is.

Because all journeys start with a step,
And it seems like
Ours
Is just beginning.