Venom

by xLongxXxLostx   Jun 8, 2006


Theres a guilt that feeds my concious
From pretending this never happened.
It was hard for me to accomplish-
And now I taste the Venom.

The smell of stale vodka and cigarettes-
The sights of needles shed.
A virus that corrupts the mind;
Venom's desire in my head.

I feel death nipping at my heart,
Tauting me, and ripping it apart.
Of all the things I hold within-
Oh, the flavor of your Venom....

Biting down hard now;
Feeling the bitterness enter whole.
The Venom warping my thoughts
Rotting me from center-soul.

A poison you cannot contain,
Wearing you down with your own rage.
Seeking the state of self-pain;
Savoring the Venom's bane.

Morbid tasting conflict
internal morose affairs.
The venom-seeking torment
of thinking no one cares.

Thirsting the cruel afflictions;
A curse you relish with intelect.
Yet it leaves your mind in ruines;
A plague you cannot reject...

V e n o m

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  • 17 years ago

    by Andy

    Bloody hell Ashleigh, I loved that. It was freakin deep, and very morbid. Just like you...=D Good job