Seed of Madness

In a place tucked deep in my brain, there is a seed of madness.
Placed there by hollow thoughts of shame, and a need for constant sadness.

A creation believed to yield vile ends, without grace or eloquence.
No words or scripture to comprehend, its vast array of violence.

Casted there by dirty hands, that labored in the barren soil.
At once rooted firmly in the gritty sand, without a moment of woeful toil.

And what sprouted forth from that vial seed, much to anyone's surprise.
Was a flower who's beauty did exceed - everything that has ever graced my eyes.