I'll never be tamed...
Tied to a post in a neat backyard with a leash of greenbrier
The vine would tear into my neck,
Beheading me as I'd try to run into the forest...
I'd rather be a gory cadaver than a pet.
I'm a beastly vagabond with a traveling garden
A myriad of proud flowers
They never wilt...
They're loudly vivid
Always cheering for me with colorful voices
Telling me to be "Perpetually wild"
They say that I'm "A shining, silver creature after the Id's own heart"
So, I'll always be a voracious hound
Always hunt gratification
I'll aim for the throat
The instant kill
Instant ecstasy...
In that moment,
Nothing can surmount devouring a pitch black tree with pink bubblegum leaves that grew on top of a flying mountain after climbing the slim, smooth roots as they drag along through a cerulean sea
Or flying on a cloud of petals from my gorgeous garden
Chasing a consciously fleeing stream of honey coursing through the sky
Twisting and turning...
Making me hungrier
Making me want it more
I'll give chase to the fluid concept of beauty and sedation until the end of time.
The end of everything.
Even as all fades to black...
Even as I turn to ash.
About the Creator
Duanyell Williams
I like to tell stories.
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