Monday, June 8, 2009

Withering Gardens



Withering Gardens
Welcome to my garden. All is beginning to wither. I touch it and it withers in my hand. It browns as if I suck the life out of it. The flower petals dropping to the floor like sweat beads after you run from your nightmares. Secrets stop the sun from shining in and lies wrap around me like vines do an old house. They squeeze so tight that breathing is impossible yet death feels like something you can’t obtain despite that lack of oxygen flowing to your brain. Snakes slither around your feet like the sneaks they are. Their hisses sounding more like the mocking laughter of the cruel children who picked on you as a child. Darkness so thick that you can’t see the cruel faces that is right in front of you. Monsters lurk in every corner trying to tear you down and strip you of whatever happiness you have left. They whisper of your demise and make you believe there words. They make you think it is truly the end of the world instead of a new start.They fill your mind with evil thoughts and twisted tales.They suck all the goodness from your life. So beware all who enter my garden.

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