Poison
Poison
Poison you are to my existence; like routed flesh to the earth.
Toxin you are within my veins, like a tumor in my brain; chemical
waste is what you are ready to discard.
Antidote is hard to find to remove the poison you left behind.
Poison you are to all you touch, its time to filter the poison
out and leave the pure inside.
Written by: Gina Montalbo
8/88/2014
Copyright © Gina Montalbo | Year Posted 2014
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