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[hal0_of_flies]

i don't know if this is any good, but i have too things for you. a poem i wrote, which is almost shabby, and the picture that inspired it.

Childhood Decay

i wandered into the woods today
in a weak attempt to live.
i hoped i'd find an answer
but i only found decay.

i listened to the whistlin' wind
or was it someone calling me?
but i closed my eyes to hide
trying to not feel pinned.

i day dreamed of other places
that only lie past the sun.
but its much too far to run,
so i blended into the faces.

I stomped through the fallen leaves
crushing their gold skeletons.
and i tried to imagine
their once green summer eves.

Then there i found it, scarred.
My object of years past.
And that was when i realized
my life is rusting in the back yard.