And i wrote this : Dark art has it's own spark. Flowers in skulls have brave hearts.
The way they grow out from death.
The way they fight to survive and bloom into sunlight.
Fascinating the living and the dead with the way they grow through the holes where eye ***** should exist.
They get to have a vision of their own before decomposing and turning to ash and dust like skeletons under their silver grave stones.
Isn't courageous of them to experience life from someone who's dead ?
As their roots cover every inch of bone on the human skull.
Growing stronger than never before.
Bursting into life and colours instead of fading out into the black and grey* ~