This is a Poem based of a spawned idea of mine i hope those who read it enjoy it. this was written out of hate not depression so please do read it as such
The Black Garden
the Darkness tears the sky asunder as i lay in silence and wonder
where were you when i was dead inside, where were you when all i did was cry
My hatred grows my anger brews and still all i can think is how much i Love you
I wish you were gone i wish you could stay, but all i have is my self to blame
this black garden, you planted in my soul,thorns tear my heart to pieces when it was once whole, the darkness i cling to. the memories that die,are the seeds i planted here. watered with the tears that I've cried. the black garden consumes me no longer i breathe, the blackened flowers the fruitless trees are not enough to take the pain from me. a Statue in the garden it stands alone, thats me there the hate turned me to stone, cold and lifeless i stand in amongst the evil seeds. My hatred hath spawned from all my wicked deeds. the vines hold me tight as you did before.
the angel mocks me, love is a whore, the demon that embraces me now clears away the thorns, the Ivy burns in her dark wake as she draws near, I hear her call "I'm nothing to fear". the Demon now before me wrapped in her shroud, she whispers to me in the black garden and as she touches her lips to mine the stone breaks away and i return to my self, though not the same, i am reborn in the black garden the dark blossoms move, the demon her love hath willed them to bloom. in the black garden she holds me to her and whispers again "do not hate the earth, for it did not spawn the garden of darkness" I know she is right, but still my soul burns and wills me to fight. Vengeance on those who've Wronged me i seek, the demon her love hath allowed me to speak. the angel she stands mocking our creed, the Black garden again corrupted by greed. the demon she whispers to me once again "the love that we feel will never end". The whore of an angel now softly she fades, as the demon and I our love permits us to stay, the black garden our home, we're wrapped in the thorns the darkness our roof the ivy our warmth, we kiss once more as we cry out in pain, the demon my Love, My sin and My shame
An original work by Rey Rents A.K.A C^A
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