Watch scars fall from my eyes
Pierce the earth
And grow into deformed plants
The seeds of pain and anger
Slowly sinking deeper and deeper
Advocating the growth of demons
Nurture my growth with the remains
Of my heart
That is perishing too soon
Feed the gay birds in my tree
With the fruits of my labor
The only accomplishment to my name
But what is it?
Am I leaving a legacy?
Or just a whisper in the wind?
When I leave for good
I will make not one sound
Not even a whimper
Trees don't speak
We are steady and resilient
And silent, within ourselves
Apr 5, 2013
Apr 5, 2013 at 3:29 PM UTC
Watch scars fall from my eyes
Pierce the earth
And grow into deformed plants
The seeds of pain and anger
Slowly sinking deeper and deeper
Advocating the growth of demons
Nurture my growth with the remains
Of my heart
That is perishing too soon
Feed the gay birds in my tree
With the fruits of my labor
The only accomplishment to my name
But what is it?
Am I leaving a legacy?
Or just a whisper in the wind?
When I leave for good
I will make not one sound
Not even a whimper
Trees don't speak
We are steady and resilient
And silent, within ourselves
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