Dark Poetry #4 |
-delayed heal- |
niere Member
since 2006-04-23
Posts 77 |
The roots of faith. Searching deeper, and deeper still. pushing past the filth, the grime the nutrients! Entangled in a deceptive alliance - but growing intricately into the culture that i exsist in. That i'm supposed to belong in. (...Just trying to fit in...) Oh, when seasons wane and fall - i shake and hurl fits and tonnes of myself (my dying pieces) at anyone who crosses me. annual destruction. But i do be weak and bare. Just making's remains. No life contained. Vunerability earns no respect or love, in this world of constant perfection and power. My life simply depends on the life around me - and not the life or death within me. My roots of faith (in love) - searching deeper, and deeper still. But only reaching, Solitary confinement. |
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