The seeds were set into

Watered with chemicals



Nothing grows

Something was buried

To be buried once more



The purity of what was ment to flourish

Becomes a morbid harvest of the dead



A lesson in pain

Taught to the ones who cherished those lives

As their own flesh and blood



Lessons in pain

Lessons in vain



Now drugged up to the eyeballs

Withered by pain in a dark corner

The trip turns into a journey

To the threshold where the planes

Of existence meet



Tearing down the last strongholds

Of internal cerebral resistances

The waging war comes to an end

The essence pours and the soul flees....



Piece by piece

The road taken

Falls apart to the point of no return.



Hears are shed....

Hearts grow cold

The bitter sweet taste

Of this world...



Others laugh making a profit out of it....