Give me a cup
laced with poison,
little cobra’s kiss
she is sleeping under the tree……. remembering the days of togetherness,
with a candle, unending………………
desire me, trap me…….surround me
let me face my destiny….
cannot escape as moss grows.
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Creep up my dreams like a ghost, Feed on my blood as I’m your host. Try me on like your clothes, Steal my feelings till I feel no remorse. Entangle me with your lies, Crush me like the fire flies.
Poison arrows shot at me From where did it come I didn’t see It pierced me in the back Filled with great pain It felt like a needle though, not quite the same As the words hit like darts It
I let you into my bloodstream And you are a poison The poison of youth And the poison of desire You poisoned my sleep And the salt of my earth You poisoned my heartbeat The rhythm of my breath You
Give me, some poison to live, I had been dead for many years. I burn my hands on a flame, blank space has started talking. I am ill at ease – My lips are not moving. The pellets, the bullets,
The mood was vile and monstrous, Gloom hung in the air, Walking on fragile cracks of emotion, Dare I speak in converse. Ridiculous to feel fearfulness, Of someone who holds envy within, Can we guide this competitor, To overcome the