Evergreen

Where the evergreen grows steep,

And the ground is snow white skin deep,

I am the one with an axe,

And I've cut my hopes to sleep.

 

Memories hurt more than to die,

And I've held the slightest thread tight,

Yet I'm consuming my will with frostbites,

And home was nowhere to be felt within sight.

 

I hope i can make it through the snow,

Else my eyes will turn for green,

Greener than you'll ever know,

And this axe will stay with me.

 

If you decide to search for me,

Then take my axe,

And cut down what you will.

I'll close my eyes 

And finally rest in peace,

As the world around me is no longer green.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Nah I never copy from other

Nah I never copy from other people. It makes me feel bad, and if there was something as good as mines, I always try to make it way better :)

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this is pretty pro. i wouldnt

this is pretty pro. i wouldnt be surprised if you stole this from someone lol. almost sneakily melancholy. dost thou have more for me to devour?