The Poison Spreads
I've obsessed so long it's become real
This beast inside, this need to feel
Unkind words drip from my mouth
All calmly spoken, no need to shout
The poison spreads far too quickly
It takes effect, soon it is me
The beast is dying, but so am I
No hope this time, just a stifled cry
In the dark, I can see my fate
Alone I sit as I quietly shake
Copyright © Christopher Stones | Year Posted 2012
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