Poison

 

The poison slipped inside me,

the day I began to bleed,

and still with time,

it has yet to recede,

the poison of feelings,

buried,

burned,

spurned,

even though,

my heart still yearned,

but for what now?

with the poison darkening my eyes,

what do I want?

broken goodbyes?

tattered lies?

lost in the haze behind steel blue eyes,

lies,

masks,

faces,

my excuses for my actions are disgusting disgraces,

I play my part,

in this hopeless,

black play,

much too well,

the poison steering my mind on a straightaway too hell,

behind my eyes the haze has clouded,

I can't tell if its light or dark I see,

either one,

sometimes I wish either would just be the end of me,

the poison has made me tired,

weak,

nightmarish,

chaotic,

my thoughts erratic,

its almost to much to take,

my mind is ready to end,

to stop its machinations,

and just break.