Seeds of despair
Grow in her hair.
They follow her around
Everywhere.
Active or not,
They are caught
In the sanctum of
Her beautiful thought.
Too much drive not to survive
She swings violently
Across her mind.
The spectrum has broken
Hell has been opened
And all love and comfort forgotten.
Feb 16, 2013
Feb 16, 2013 at 9:35 PM UTC
Seeds of despair
Grow in her hair.
They follow her around
Everywhere.
Active or not,
They are caught
In the sanctum of
Her beautiful thought.
Too much drive not to survive
She swings violently
Across her mind.
The spectrum has broken
Hell has been opened
And all love and comfort forgotten.