cry to the trees
perhaps they're listening
when you're cut down
your blood christening
their roots, grow strong
and your life screams
a tale from their leaves
eating the sunbeams
the hungry trees
with carnivorous roots
tilling the corpses
blood-lapping shoots
perhaps they'll listen
if you do as they please
so if you must
cry to the trees
-o0o-
Honestly I have no idea what this one is about. I just wrote it and the words fell out of me like I was chewing with my mouth open.
Honestly I have no idea what this one is about. I just wrote it and the words fell out of me like I was chewing with my mouth open.
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