Black Garden
Why do you fear me so child? Huddled up in a corner like a rat
This is the first time we've personally met, yet you despise and refuse me
Am I so terrifying that I make you, a grown man, cry like an infant
Go ahead scream all you want, no one shall hear you
You are alone here with me until you accept the truth
I am the ugly truth while your memories are just a beautiful lie
You're past title holds no ground here, names are pointless
You are only another face in my ever growing flower bed
You may not have a body but staying here will only make you rot
Do you stay because you miss being alive?
I have another question for you
What would happen if humans became immortal?
My flowers and I would wither and die
In this way we are similar, we fear the power of what might be
Do you finally accept me, may we leave now?
Come, I will show you my Black Garden.
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