A Poet's Dying Breath
Sunday, July 29, 2012
Poison
Words like poison,
Dying to be said,
To wound,
To scar,
So that I am not
The only one in pain.
Words like poison,
Twisting like a knife,
That will never be uttered
And so it's my heart alone
That turns slowly black.
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