the poison I carry in my veins is thickened with the grief I carry in my blood.
poison mixed with grief is as deadly as the purple
yet it’s a part of me entirely
so bear with me, if words slips through my lips
and hands tremble from your touch
the poison I carry in my vein is deadly
so bear with me if my feet wanders off entirely
and I disappear
please bear with me if my heart no longer beats and my mind goes quiet
and I no longer stutter and stammer
and my gaze is no longer cold, instead my eyes are closed
the poison I carry in my vein has killed me.
© Drunken2004