It grows like a garden Lodged within your throat Vines and roots pouring out Blooming with such elegant notes Flowers amitting a sweetness So tasteless to the tongue As the choking feeling erupts To those failing words does it clung Staring into the starlight Eyes swelling red As the tears water the garden Of which words are dyed red Vibrant colours of many As the bees come to pollen Poison is the beautiful As the blooming flowers that have fallen As the vines wrap your throat And the sickening sweetness **** you slow The words stuck within your throat Are yet to be known.
Like a poisonous flower garden Blooming so beautiful Ah, What a sight.
Anxiety. Those words keep getting caught within your throat Killing you slowly