In a field of many flowers
They speak to me with their beauty
To lure me
I know they're covered in thorns
But sometimes they're so convincing
I can't help but hold one
In my hand
Their thorns grow even larger
Into my skin
Through my bones
And out the other side
It's roots follow
Permanently rooting itself into me
Feeding off my blood
Growing more and more
Till I have nothing left to give
I become part of the soil
In this field
Where beauty thrives
About the Creator
CotardDelusionz
Diagnosed bpd , OCD , ADHD. This is my outlet.
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