Mind Garden

You try to plant poisonous flowers in my mind,

they may smell sweet but I know the death that’s inside.

I can’t keep up with weeding them out,

the seeds you spread grow and sprout all around.

My mind is consumed, I try to distance myself from you.

But it’s too late, now I am controlled and lifeless.

My mind garden a desolate wasteland of nightshade.

That one tree that survives against all odds

will be dead soon enough.

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