seeds of death
are planted within.
deep in your acidic soul.
they sit and wait
patiently. quietly.
anticipating the growth
of your everlasting hate.
if you feed them
they will grow
if you water them
they will prosper.
they will consume you
rapidly, like a disease
a fatality at your fault.
your problem that went
unfixed, unacknowledged
whos to blame now?
wait for your dark angel
with her one broken ring
and her blacklight halo.
is she good enough?
she is your handle
somewhere safe
she will hide you
away from the curses of
pandora's box.
the seeds are growing
feel their roots
penetrate deep
deep into your heart
branches reach out
brusting through flesh
wines grow high
poisoning your mind
thorns scrape hard
bleeding black blood.
you're losing
lying
evetually dying.
fall down.
given up hope.
kiss it all goodbye.
life without the F
is nothing more
but a lie.