Liquid Poison

The more I think about the past The more shadowy flashy images come up to the surface The more I try to figure out what the images The more I get confused and irate the feelings get The more I ignore the negative hostility energy The more it gets worse The more it tries to boil up to the top The more the croak stopper quivers The more it becomes distressed over time Until the point it unwilling shoots out of the top Now the toxic venom start to well up Starts the cascading surge over the smooth lip Oozing and slithering down the silver-tongued facade Not wanting to let this unruly and riotous Venomous poison that turns into violent tendencies Once this flesh eating liquid poison reaches the edge The more I try to stop this from happening The more it claws and tries to hack open the steel door The door that imprisons this frustration and violence won’t last