01-21-2026, 04:16 PM
She planted words like seeds
deep in the dark and the loam
there they died and were eaten by worms
now tree roots grow through their bones
though she waits, she'll speak no more
Seeds, deep in the dark.
Still, beside their brethren worms.
Winter has come.
And still, she waits.
deep in the dark and the loam
there they died and were eaten by worms
now tree roots grow through their bones
though she waits, she'll speak no more
Seeds, deep in the dark.
Still, beside their brethren worms.
Winter has come.
And still, she waits.
all this useless beauty... but what the hell, why not?