• travellingsoul 6w

    The Beast & Flower

    The beast and the flower.

    It's destroyed everything, and spared nothing, it's touch was only cruel and happiness it seeked to demolish but the beast was loved, admired and seeked for by most...

    Soft, gentle, silent it was, it never spoke and came but softly, it only sighed as it knew it was hated by most, they're words of despise always  reached its ears The Flower was true and hatred was all it knew from them....

    The beast lied and ruined and turned they're lives into hell but they crawled over each other for a better view of the beast.....

    The Flower was alone and only wished to be understood because it didn't do what it did on purpose it simply had to...

    Because you see even though The Beast ran around ruining lives, it never took lives, and That's all The Flower ever did.

    See Life is as cruel as a Beast and Death as gentle as a flower.

    By not accepting Death and running from it you design your own hell and The Beast is always willing to share a cell.

    So if you ever wondered why people put flowers on a grave now you know.
    ©travellingsoul