Oh well.. Moving on once again
cant let it bring me down... starting to get used to this emotion called sadness.
Metal has been my best friend lately!
As the roots of a tree wither As the roots of a tree wither and die, the rest of the body grey and lifeless crumbles to ash.As the roots of a tree wither by FirearmsEngineer
An fraction of its former self.
The soul becomes bitter, cold, and emotionless.
The rest of the forest barely recognizes the loss of one measly tree.
For he was unpopular.
He was nothing.
Not a single other liked him.
Untamed, misunderstood, Naive.
Even the creatures of nature stay away. They would rather be with a better tree, Even The worms slither away Such a lonely creature. Born to be abused. Thus beginning the birth of a death.
Break these roots, He cannot...
Only a preternatural force, Unknown to the forest but known by the withered notices the loss.
He mourns ever so often because of it.