#1
took a tree to die for us to sign
ink on paper, and a look behind
ink of red and flecks of gold
flaked and fallen from the mold

flower of life in the garden is born
and daisy trimmed by a roses thorn
she screams, transparent blood runs down
but human nature hears no sound

took a tree to die, for the dove,
for the dove to leave,
to fly away,
away with innocence today
i need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me, yeah.
#3
haha well thank you.
i need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me, yeah.
#4
Haha! Brilliant! As Nielsyboy said, give us more! Lol... Interesting concept, and very vivid imagery. I like your style, it's very fluid and smooth-flowing.
#5
I really like it. Reminds me of something a perfect circle might put down for some reason.