There are demons inside me that lurk and prowl.
Holding their chains and shackles like trophies, with a wicked smile.
It creeps up my leg
and oozes out my eyes
I squeeze out a tear
before the sun makes our demise
Permanent and plastic...
A flowery dowry
Is passed from the mother tree to her wistful daughters.
Petals fall in the morning dew.
If i overeat I'm greedy
If i laid on the couch I'm lazy
Patent or falsely generated
Generation aspires for greatness