Deadly Poison
Dark golden corridors,
Skeletons in their tombs.
I drink a vial,
And collapse on the ground.
I am dying.
I am rotting into dust.
The poison is killing me.
I feel so cold...
Bloodless from my mouth.
I can't feel my body.
I am numb...
My flesh is rotting.
My heart is dying.
Please, don't save me.
Let death consume me.
Let the poison kill me...
Copyright © Chelsea Zayas | Year Posted 2016
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