#freewirte

than trying to live.

I found a rotten corpse in the place where my flowers use to be or should have been but never really grew I found a rotten corps in the place where my flowers use to be or should have been but never really grew In a land so parch that no amount of water would make it bloom I found a rotten corpse in the place where my flowers should have been but never really were They say that a discomposing corpse could fertilize a land So I let it rot I found a rotten corpse in the place where my flowers use to be or should have been never really were This discomposing flesh made of the pieces of me , what I have should I been use to be future me but never really was Pieces of me that created this animal that has fallen in the place were my flowers use to be or should have been but never really were Poisoned my own land with illness that escapes from my pores I found a dead body that use to be me What I wanted to be or was it what they wanted me to be I found a flower I found a flower I found a flower Found a flower under this discomposing flesh Never thought that salt water could let anything grow I found a flower I found a flower I found a flower Found a flower that I was going to rip because who would wants a flower that grow out of so much desperation That bloom in poison that was therefor poison I found a lonely flower that grew in such a desert land Where no life could possibly exist I was really good at killing me But yet here it grew I found a flower where a rotten corpse use to be