The Venom

Someday you’ll look down to find

That your inner demons are siphoning

The venom into your veins

That is your very blood.

The line between good and evil will be as clear as mud.

White will compliment the dark,
and all you’ll have is color crayons
to make your sadistic art.

Your memories of walking down the road of life will be ones of loneliness,

And all the pain that was caused by your phoniness.

All you had to do was tell one truth,

But to you it was only a game, an amusing spoof.

My strings were pulled by your carnival grin,

and then dropped into a pool of gin.

Not even brothering to hang me out to dry,

After all this, why can’t true love just die?

You may have broke me,

But I put myself back together one piece at a time.

And now the cracked version of what used to be,

Will sit down and write a rhyme.

Or something of the sort,

Something that would make a sane mans mind contort.

However you know no such guilt,

Without a mere pang, look at the storm you built.

And with any luck, not that anyone gives a fuck,

The rain will drown out the venom in me,

And this anemia like rebirth will leave another hole,

Opened by loves fang and puncture what you stole ,

What could have been?

And leave me with this new venom and jaundiced skin