And i wrote this :
Dark art has it's own
spark. Flowers in skulls
have brave hearts.

The way they grow out
from death.

The way they fight to
survive and bloom into
sunlight.

Fascinating the living and
the dead with the way
they grow through the
holes where eye *****
should exist.

They get to have a vision
of their own before
decomposing and turning
to ash and dust like
skeletons under their silver
grave stones.

Isn't courageous of them to experience life from
someone who's dead ?

As their roots cover every
inch of bone on the human
skull.

Growing stronger than
never before.

Bursting into life and
colours instead of fading
out into the black
and grey* ~