It Grows

by EpithetPoet   Jan 20, 2006


It sprouts from beneath the ground
It grows, it grows, it grows
Into life, into death, into you, it grows

It suspends you high above the air
Shows the beauty you're missing
Then lets you plummet hard into earth

It grows

It tears you apart, inside, out
But you love it, you breath it
You cant bear to let it go

It grows

It takes over you, controls your thoughts
It feeds off your tears, your pain
From this it all grows, higher

You cant stop it, even if you wanted
No time, no place, no memory
It sucks you dry of happiness

It grows, but does it ever stop?
Can you fight against its hold?
Or do you strangle as it grows

I know i do...

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