Next To Venom
Hate has no substance.
Why do I inject poison into my veins.
Next to venom, I feel alive.
Why do i take the quake into a dive.
It is the pain i love.
Why can i never fever to have enough.
I follow death into her hollow.
She refuse me the sanctuary of the dead.
I want a yes but no is what she says.
I see the tree.
I have the rope which rose a petal around my neck.
I do care for the chair.
It is the one that lets me stand.
Is that really fair.
What is if Nothing was.
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