good morning, good evening
take a look around
my garden is broken,
don't worry it's also overgrown
with no flowers to be found
there are spikes and spiders with pointy little fangs
neither bite
no one comes here anymore
the gate, sewn shut with vines
the children stopped laughing years ago
but if you listen late at night
the crypt below comes alive
something obscene
a little bit green
a little bit mean
breathes out of that old mausoleum
the walls leech freely under the moonlight
It lets itself be free in the quiet and pitch-dark loneliness
before holding it's breath again at daybreak
and as you wake and look around
my garden watches, and waits, and waits...
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Nihilist's Cookbook
PoetryA collection of dark poems and writing pieces. 🛑THIS BOOK AND ITS CONTENTS IS ONLY SUPPOSED TO BE ON WATTPAD, TWITTER (twitter.com/luxfalls), INSTAGRAM (instagram.com/luxfalls) AND TUMBLR (luxfalls.tumblr.com), NO SITE IS ALLOWED TO USE IT AS I - L...
