Natural
The tree clings to my skull,
Gradually shattering it.
The roots dig into my brain,
Forming a robust shell around it.
I am captured.
My thoughts stay in the invincible barrier,
For they are not strong enough to escape.
They are too mear to cause any damage.
As time fades,
Oblivion slowly slaughters them.
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