We were never here to stay.
Do I hand over my heart,
Or wait for Death to take me back?
Someone else has staked their claim on this mind,
Yet I'm made to believe it's mine?
A form that rots away,
Shadowy seedling blooming in the shell,
An eye springing from my grasp,
Rolling to a stop among the deep blue grass.
Sunken grave dirt in the Earth below,
Giving way to undead regrets.
Something...
Is beginning to depart,
From my brain into my chest,
Planting, sprouting, blooming!
A flower best kept in the dark.
Let it wither up and scatter in the wind before taking root.
Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 6:11 PM UTC
We were never here to stay.
Do I hand over my heart,
Or wait for Death to take me back?
Someone else has staked their claim on this mind,
Yet I'm made to believe it's mine?
A form that rots away,
Shadowy seedling blooming in the shell,
An eye springing from my grasp,
Rolling to a stop among the deep blue grass.
Sunken grave dirt in the Earth below,
Giving way to undead regrets.
Something...
Is beginning to depart,
From my brain into my chest,
Planting, sprouting, blooming!
A flower best kept in the dark.
Let it wither up and scatter in the wind before taking root.
