Withered: As they wished.

Humans have a grotesque fear of what they don't understand, until it becomes a trend.

From which stem did my petals fall?
I see billions of neglected blossoms,
Were we meant to blend with the grass?
The sun has yet to baptize the strange,
As if illumination would be murderous.
The seed of hatred dwindles and grows,
Seasons and trends play too big a part.

The dirt is dragging me down below,
My confidence is there awaiting me.
A family reunion of excruciation,
I've swallowed far too many seeds.
Make your wish and scatter me far,
Top of mountains so I can scream;
My final f*****g obscenity.

I feel the bugs crawling upon my carcass,
Feeding from the nectar still left over.
Their hatred drains the rest of my pigment,
Withered and transparent to mask the rest.
Finally I've become worthy of the divine,
Drained and lacking life or substance.
Allow me this last f*****g obscenity.

Reviews

[KatDarkness]

Brilliantly worded, the second verse was my favourite. I also loved the title. The lines "top of mountains so i can scream; my final f*****g obscenity" were just amazingly powerful :)

[Kaylor Mason]

Ummm . . . I'll be honest, I don't entirely get it . . . it's dang powerful in its imagery, though. Is it about the cycle of life, or something? I can tell it's about Death, at least--the grave is always a merciless equalizer