Deceiving decaying dried roots in the gardens we planted
Uprooted all hope of an Eden but we still must lay in this hellish bed
Planting seeds of doubt to control our actions while we're left wondering
Why the pain that keeps us down is also so confiding
Burying the future we perceive as cold while the past's body is still warm
We're so used to life's harsh thorns, we consider the pain to be our norm
Blame the circumstances on what was good in our life as fruitless
Our hearts are our savior; however, we are it's Judas
Digging holes in our heart to find a truth, but only finding harsh regret and cold sorrow
We ground our hearts in darkness, but love perseveres, even when the ground is shallow
The heart will grow and shed the shadows from its past with the passing of time
Darkness is a cacoon, not a jail sentence for life, for craving love was our only crime
We hide from the life we believe we don't deserve in a moment of delirium
Darkness isn't where dreams come from, our hearts belong in a kingdom of Hyperion
Roots bind you, embroider with a message echoing through the ground with repentance
"How cruel passion is! It burns until there's nothing left, there is no deliverance
Why trust the light, the sun, the warmth that clipped the wings of Icarus?"
A web of lies so the worms from the ground can keep feasting on your flesh
Unearth our hearts, this passion of dreams and doubt of our future do not mesh
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Poetry
PoetryJust some poetry I make on the fly when my mouth can't speak what emotions I feel, my soul will type them here.
