Passing the forefront of my soul
Every thought is individual yet synonymous to each other
In the moonless nights, they stalk me and slither
In these hopeless days, they are the fog
When they grant me sleep, only then do they whisper
They are the first to greet me in the morning

Below, in the heart of my soul
Lies a garden of weeds
There, rests a peace of mind
That I can never find

I once asked a river to stop and listen
But it's waters continued to flow
The wind heard, and I weeped
And the waters, they slowed

When the the new moon turns it's back
And the stars lack their usual luster
Only I am vigil over the night, so I ask the empty sky
where to did the wind carry my voice
And my departed words
floating along the gentle river,
where do it's waters go?

There are times when I bare my soul
And a truth will witness the light of day
They grow dark plumage and wings,
and it starts to sing,
A hideous crow starts to lament

In the dead of the night
I will wander through the forefront of my soul
Whatever worth is left in me will weep as my mind burns
And I will dream of a river, whose waters still my heart
And from that river, in silence, I will watch myself fall apart

In the final days, the gates will open
And the garden will finally know Spring
Such a glorious day, the birds will cease to sing
I pray then at least a single rose will flourish without briar
The only part of me I hope that will survive the fire
My heart, my mind, my soul, has roots that slowly lose their grip
Then and there will you lose all of me that you admire
You will brave the bramble that guards my very soul
I will wait by the river while my will begins to spoil
Then, and only there, you'll reach for my hand
I'll be weak, it will slip through your fingers like oil
The sun will set as I command and gold will paint your face, and the land
I will hope you wait with me untill the darkness hides my face
While my final fears abandon me in this place without a trace
You won't have to watch me, the wind will whisper my last goodbyes
And the past will forever hold its silence
While I forever hold my peace
in the garden of weeds
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I was kinda trying something new with this one, it's not my usual style. Although my style isn't very good, so it was fun to mess around with this

I'm pretty satisfied with this ngl.
I usually like having more rythm in my writing but this was a lot of fun. I might sticking with it and trying new things.

I'm gonna go to sleep now and try to be a responsible person now
goodbye 👋