Seeds of despair, buried deep. They fester and brew until the first glimpse of doubt. At which time they sprout, covering all as choking vines. There are no morning glories to bloom here. Only the inevitable bursts of hysteria and self hatred. The darkness of my soul will never die. I can only strive for it's dormancy.
© 2005 leluna
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