My mind is like a garden, my thoughts are seeds.

I can grow flowers, or I can grow weeds.

Dwelling in the extremes

The soil does rot

Sprouting insects of darkness

Who bite at the crop

They eat at the grain

Grow glades of pain

Slashing

Cutting

Until one plant remains

A seed so dark

An idea so sweet

Erase the whole garden

Wipe out every leaf

Then sun shoots up

amidst the crying sky

To return me to the side

Of only rainbows and sunshine

A smile appears

Flowers take root

Water falls

washing rotten fruit

Grounded in extremes

I grin too wide

Happiness grabs my throat

The flowers will die