A singular pinpointed source of my happiness exists
Located past the arterial veins of a twisted jungle
Corrupted like the crevices of my polluted brain
It is there, hidden in the dark shroud provided by this dark forest,
A part of me secluded to most but open to few
Open to you
A box filled with my desires which defines me
What you do with this chest is your choice
The free will of this location determines that
Destroy or love it
The decision is yours to make
It’s inevitable but I accept my fate
I welcome this judgement with a pitiful bow
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 11:36 AM UTC
A singular pinpointed source of my happiness exists
Located past the arterial veins of a twisted jungle
Corrupted like the crevices of my polluted brain
It is there, hidden in the dark shroud provided by this dark forest,
A part of me secluded to most but open to few
Open to you
A box filled with my desires which defines me
What you do with this chest is your choice
The free will of this location determines that
Destroy or love it
The decision is yours to make
It’s inevitable but I accept my fate
I welcome this judgement with a pitiful bow
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