Death by Suffocation
- May 2
- 1 min read
The vine my flowers grew from is dying
Rot finding a creeping home in its roots
The vine my flowers grew from is dying
And never again, will bear new fruits
The vine my flowers grew from is dying
Slow spirals deep into mycelial pursuits
The vine my flowers grew from is dying
Leaving behind us, her forsaken offshoots
The vine my flowers grew from is dying
Cancerous thoughts invading her mind
Fearful delusions leaving her blind
The vine my flowers grew from is dying
Decomposing her greatest symphony,
As she forces us all to stay faithfully intertwined
The vine my flowers grew from is dying
There's not much to say about it
But when she hears a midnight crying
Whose roots will she slit?
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