Poison
Venemous intelligence sweat from frigid lips i once felt were sensitive
Descending remains stream through my ear slowly buckling me to my knees
Although decrepit, i still feel the uncontrollable flush of my consiousness
As you murderously feign for my innocence, i lose the memory of my sanity
I lie paralyzed by the poison i was fed and flashbacks of all that brought us to this
With chapped lips of a tainted blue and an esophagus too deserted i can barely breathe
Cursed by the master of treacherous demeanor cozied up in a poor beaten down vessel
Lured by a trickster that stands out over many that love to live to play "the game"
The gift of gab in use of captivating darkness where you are you no more
Your tragedy lingers over me as i am restricted to speak of this ever again
"bom......bom bom......bom.....bom" is the melody my heart is faintly playing
Disoriented between whether life or death lies within us for you present everything but certainty
I would hate to see if this is how the story goes every single time
And with the numbness i have now bared, my last breath approaches
The memories of us that i once loved have vanished with the last pump my heart could carry
Nothing is ever set in stone no matter how precious it starts out
Where would we be with poison (living) without the anectode (learning)
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