It's much deeper than a lustful hypnosis
She's the soil that has nourished these roots
A redwood that stood massively and gracefully tall
She could shower me in a crisp cold rain
That would rejuvenate even the most troubled soul
She was the sun that shed light on my darkest shadows
But her neglect led to the overgrowing weeds,
Absorbing the life right out of me
Weeds of lies, weeds of deceit, weeds of wickedness.
She's left me alone to fend off theses enemies
No wind to send my fragile roots rain, Stuck in this doldrum of stagnation
She's left her once fertile soil, dry and brittle
So these roots acclimatize, to the deceit, wickedness, and cold lies
These roots grow shallow, wide, and hallow inside
For without her showers, I must over take the grass and flowers
Slaughtering the innocent that had adored my shade
Now my roots entangle and as they slowly mangle the life I've made
