pretty poison
it's an idea
not quite the
notion..
the feelings
of loss and regret
and tandom emotion
it surely makes
sense..to the
structure of
this life sentence
the bottle the cork
it flew across
the room
and what's left
is spent and
desirous of gloom
the draft of reason
went deliciously
down with my season
trickling everso
slightly into my
wanting and palatable
delight..wanting more
and more..nevermore
to see the light..
her pretty poison
I soon found out
was just an illusion
made real by my
wanton appetites..
and what was left
was just shadows
on the wall..
and an emptiness
that I can barely
recall..pretty poison
was it the death of
us all..the killer of
thought,rhyme verse
and reason..look before
you leap..kind and
gentle man..for the
unknowing..will soon
find out..what I say
and what it's all about..