Dawn & Dusk

Plant a seed of anger
Bury it deep
Nurture its sapling
Tend gently to its leaves

Feed it with resentment
Hold it in the heart
Let the poison take root
And the growth begin to start

The plant begins to grow
Coiling out from the heart
Its tendrils weave around you
Reaching out to grasp your arms

The plant hardens
And turns ashen grey
Turning into cold, cruel metal
Turning into cold, cruel chains