Wretched Thorns


Days sweep by as minds weep for peace.
Weeks disappear as hearts wearily turn towards darkness..
The vines of negativity ensnare
souls
their wretched thorns catching
digging deep and dripping poison into minds
of thousands.
drip..
drip
drip
slowly poisoning the masses.
sinking
falling
deep deep down into a pit of darkness
The positive light hasn't faded
but the thorns poisons weakens
darkens
and never hears your "mercy"

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