The Seed
Deep with in the seed of sorrow has been planted.
It vines through my bones,
It's shrubbery in my mind.
It's poison chokes my veins
Blurs my vision
Impairs my thoughts
It's thorns engulf my heart
My life giving blood has fueled it's purpose.
I can feel it creeping,
Winding up my spine,
Constricting it like a serpent.
I can feel the leaves filling my lungs,
Making it harder to breathe.
]I wish I can tear out this poison oak,.
This weed that has bonded itself to my soul,
Yet is impossible,
For this vine of despair
It's thorns of pain
Is a part of me.
It has been a curse,
A cancer germinating within me.
It's stem my heart
And leaves my lungs
The roots planted firmly within my mind.
As it's thorns cut into me deeper and deeper
I feel my bond becoming more complete.
This thorn bush is deeply rooted,
Fueled by darkness,
And my blood.
Why can't I find someone to tend to the garden of my heart?
Some one to uproot the decay
And plant a paradise.
Yet the intoxication of my disease calls
How could anything beautiful
Spawn from an ugly beast?
I'm an overgrown forest
With many secrets.
All I need is for someone
To explore
And find the temple of my soul.