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by EpithetPoet Jan 20, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / lost relationships
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...