Seriously, poem doom. This thing is depressing. However, it kind of eased my nastiness somewhat. And it actually doesn't suck. So here it is.
Poison, my old familiar friend
We dance a dance macabre and I cannot know its end
Your cruel touch courses through my veins
My heart fails like a flower in the snow
Yet in spring I seek winter
For my soul to know
I bloom like a lily in the water
Perfect through blind eyes
Such people are not wise
I carry their burdens for my sake
Until the Reaper finds my heart to take
I tease Death, though I hear his knell
Manipulation serves me well
I am no coward, never will I be
For there are those that seek me
The sun begins days and red tones end
The same gray moments again and again
It is no wonder with bated breath
That I seek the darkness in my glory
Such is my constant story
Though such toxins wound my grand game
The moments light my passion aflame
And I put my pen to paper
Here and now, and always.
