

RosesIt's so like a rose, this thing called love A powerful vapor, a gift from aboveRoses
A seed starts off buried, within the earth's crust Aided by rain, grown stronger with lust
The monster destroys surrounding vegetation
Destroying the garden, a heartless creation
Out of the dirt, comes a twisting vines Growing longer, more vicious in time
But through all your hate and emotional reservation Grows through a flower, in pure perfection
So through all the lies, your love is worth All the roses on this earth


"Creep" Love is a sickness; its as simple as that. Only in a deep state of infirmity is a human able to experience a rushed heart rate, clouded judgment, and eternal depression. But, I do not believe it is a virus. It is more of a parasite that becomes introduced through the human system with aid from a sexually appealing mate. The parasite must divide from the donor and infest the new victim. Then, once infested with this worm, you become enslaved to the tiny despot that lives inside of you, sending you on a nauseating whirlwind that focuses around the original donor."Creep"
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