Poison

stevietrix By stevietrix, 26th May 2013 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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I was a little nervous that people would take this poem as a poem about drugs. I believe it is something else. I wrote this poem off of a strange little buzz that I had around the time that this was written. Comments are open.

Poison

Poison

I’ll
Make this
Quick.

Because
I don’t have
Time
To explain.

I’m
Already
Half-Past
Dead.

And If
I
Keep
Doing this
I’ll
Die
Half-Way
Through this.

There is
Poison
In Me.

I can feel it
In my
Fingers and Hands
Toes and Feet
Legs and Arms
Chest and Torso
Body and Mind.

The Pain
Is Hot.

Yet the Pain
Alone
Seems to be Soothing.

For this
Is the End
Don’t Fight it
It’s already there.

For there may have been
A Yesterday
There was
A Today
But there is no
Tomorrow
Because Tomorrow
Is now
In the Past.

And the Present
Is rapidly becoming
The Past.

And this
Is a Present
From God
Because
We all must Sleep.

It is all
In nature
But
Is this
A Natural way
To die?

Growing Numb
Slipping Off
Slipping Away.

Sleeping Away
Into Death’s Arms.

Pain
Is nothing
But a Hot Bath.

Pain
Is nothing
But to take flight
To Swim
In the Deepest Oceans
And know
You’re not to far
From the Sun.

I’ll
Only be feeling this
For a few more.

If
You Feel Me.

And Poison
Is nothing but
A Woman’s Caressing Hands.

Poison
Is nothing
But Making Love
To Death.

It Fills Me Up
Drains Me
Bonds Me
And Leaves Me
Just as Quick.

Leaving Me
In the Cold Ground
On a Cold Day
With a Cold Stone Grave.

Poison.

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Cold, Dark Poetry, Death, Gothic, Gothic Poetry, Grave, Pain, Poetry, Poison, Sensations

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