Little dark flower,
I can feel your presence
There, in the back of my mind,
Sending out your thorny, black creepers.
Oh, I try to fight them but it isn’t long
Until they have ensnared my thoughts.
And now you bloom,
Dark wicked petals unfolding
To give off your toxic perfume.
It fogs my vision and clouds my mind.
There! You’ve done it again…
Little dark flower, you’ve poisoned my thoughts black.
Are you happy now that I can
No longer grasp my rationality,
That I snap and snarl like a wild dog?
Little dark flower, release me!
For I am tired of you pulling my strings
And stealing my thoughts.
They are not yours to twist
To your dark whims.
But you laugh to see me
Gone nearly insane with your antics.
While I cannot banish you forever,
Your storm will pass and
I will be free again.
Well, until next time at least…