The Serpant & the VenomA Poem by Kala Benfieldthis is for you and all the girls hearts youve broken. Heres to you.
Shall I start with caring?
Or manipulation ? I see where your words are taking you. They taste sour. Like venom seeping from the fangs of a serpent. Waiting for its next victim. What will her name be ? We walked hand in hand, side by side. You were mine. Manipulation settles into my skin. It burns with every second of your fangs inching closer to my translucent veins. Wish upon your shady stars. Inhale defeat; exhale me. Don't be mad darling, it was my fault remember ? Quiet down, Can you not hear my heart racing? Palpitating out of my chest? Exploding on my walls with all the paint, all the lies, and truth stretched beyond my eyes can see. Oh, no. My desperate delicious soul. You turned me into your little pet. B*****d reveal yourself to the world. 'Cause when your heart shatters, you'll die, like the rest of your victims. In a world gleaming in the reckless indulgent of beauty, we scream o're the losing of our love. Convulsing in such a disaster. Libating the sting going down our throats. Pulsing through the day with electrifying burn running down our faces. Was it our fault? Did the embitterment satisfy you? Embaressing embrace you called upon that day. For all of us. What did we all get out of it ? Nothing. Cipher. Pure intensity. Defeat and Guilt. I guess something. Beyond our control, the blood runs, chasing the break, the revealing utterance in my voice. We really don't care. Your as pointless as the pen and paper, writing envisage. Pointless as the affliction coursing our pittyless minds. You prod our memory with the fang we love. Our heart beats nimble and carelessly. Every breath, every hour, has brought us one step closer to the chip, chisel and the dead. Time ticks loud in our heads, decreasing our limits to show our affection. Your fangs speak for themselves. We weaken at the howl of your whimsy exhale. For a thousand years we've beckoned our losings. Our chances to be more. To hang ourselves less. But instead, darling, my beautiful serpent, the devil himself, you had something much more planned. Dripping nicotine and cadet. More so of the libating smell of the sting that sears your throat. Venom, poison. You have a comfort that the darkness brings. Is anyone listening? Or am I alone like you left me, tell me so my death-defying serpent. Sketched your defiance with blue prints. Fangs hover over us, you made us blind. Your frightening. Devious. But oh so delicious. We wont stop you,. for we have no clue. Of what you plan to do. We swore never again will we let death and poison be the end of us. Sink your fangs into us. Almost immediately we die, as it stings anonymously through our faint veins. We are dead. & you are onto your next victim. Good luck to you.
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