Venomous Poison

Venomous Poison

A Poem by Mercury Mirrors
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This is another song I wrote.I;m puttinng it up here just because. Do enjoy & please comment.

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My world is spiraling down.

I'm wishing that I could have known.

I could've saved you so much pain.

By telling you it was all in vain.

So many promises you forced from my lips.

Another heart's appocolypse,

Is on my blackened concience.

I wish you had more sense.

 

(chorus)

My love is a venomous poison.

All the boys are just toys, and,

You're all the same.

Love is just a game to be played.
Stay & die another day. Another day.

Not today.

(end chorus)

 

Your world is spiraling down.

You're wishing that you could have known.

What I am & what I do.

What I do is torture you.

You bloody fool, It's what you got.

Now your heart shall waste & rot.

As a thousand diamonds fall the tears,

A solid incarnation of your pain & fear.

 

(chorus)

 

you're losing, losing so badly.

I'm watching you falling so gladly.

Soon you'll be gone & I can refrain,

From seeing your face, embedded in my brain.

It hurts just a little to watch you crawl away.

But the pain will be gone the very next day.

This was dragged out far too long,

& the most that came from it was this song.

 

(chorus)

Venomous, venomous poison.

 

Love is a venomous poison,

That makes you into a toy &,

You'll all end up the same.

Destroyed by me & my game.

Stay & die with me today.

Stay & die today.

Venomous.

 

Written by,

Elizabeth Ann McClure

(copyrighted)

© 2008 Mercury Mirrors


Author's Note

Mercury Mirrors
It has a tune...yay! But i can't sing it on paper now can I? :D

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Added on April 11, 2008
Last Updated on May 13, 2008

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Mercury Mirrors
Mercury Mirrors

Pensacola, FL



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A Poem by Mercury Mirrors