It Grows
Ethereal FantasyIt Grows
It all started off from pure curiosity
So harmless it seemed
Brimmed with vitality
The conventional thrill that teens seek
Fun, freshness, feathery romance
A lil' innocuous taste of sacred love -
All that I asked for.
But it grows, so quick, so quietly lethal
What started off as a mere tickle of the heart
Ended up cutting, sinking
Like an unfeeling knife
Through that robust exterior
It sinks and drowns deep within my beating heart
A small tickle - Grows into such a gaping hole
And that burning passion
Mingles with hot crimson blood
The heart explodes, a spectacular firework show
Exhiliration, thrill, euphoria - all key actors as the show lasted
But when it all ends, they are nothing but a bleak, gloomy heap.
Is it possible to fix the dusty gray ashes together again?
No, of course.
Those exuberant fireworks can't be created from ashes.
A process, an experience, a voyage - of no turning back.
It grows,
Menace seeps through its innocence
A decadent transformation into a savage,
Eating at my soul, hopes and dreams
It grows,
and consumes my world,
in ashly gray.
Day by day, it grows, it grows...
Melrose
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