Poisons

He takes many poisons

To retain his sanity,

All the while ranting

Of the flaws of humanity.

Behind his humor

He takes refuge

To hide what lies

Beneath the ruse.

Is anything left

In the smoldering husk?

Perhaps his life

Has reached its dusk.

But soon the lad

Is gonna fall,

And what will happen then?

Which poison will own

His dying breath?

He doesn't care,

It doesn't matter,

As long as he takes

As many as he can,

As long as no one

Sees the corpse within

Until the mask

Is burned without.

Reviews

[Holly]

Wow, I love this. It's so honest and quite blunt. Thanks for sharing.

[John Stussy]

I'm glad you enjoyed this poem pretty lass. :)

[_mal]

This hurts, feels very honest. The last four lines were perfect

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Alcohol only numbs the pain for a while causing it to become bigger eventually. Nice work.