Poison

Sometimes, the society is the most vicious kind of poison one can find.

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I once knew a girl

Who found a bottle of poison.

She drank it whole not knowing what it'd hold,

Her fleeting happiness no more.

I watched as she shrank

Into a mass of mere oblivion,

As she danced to the sound of her breaking heart

And sang the cries of her soul.

I once knew a girl

What an imbecile was she!

Not knowing she was a mere plaything,

A hamster on a wheel.

I once knew a girl

Who now lay in bed of blood

And she gazed at me as she gazed at her.

Her image dimmed,

I couldn't see her anymore

So I stole one last glance

At the bottle beside me,

The one with poison,

With a label that read 'people'.

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Author's Note

Hey guys,
This is my first work and it's pretty amateurish so any kind of feedback is very much appreciated.
Love,
Celine Blanche