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by jinks
Rated: E · Poetry · Dark · #2202066
Sometimes the things loved most....are the worst things possible
Toxic is our love, all tangled and torn
Poisonous are the words heard by these ears
Like a prisoner of war, all shaven & shorn
We are left to give voice to our fears

Toxic to the touch, laced with vindictive venom
Hands once caring, gentle are now groping claws
Tearing asunder, clawing through to the very marrow
Words uttered through once soft lips, now vicious maws

Toxic chasms of doubt, churning with betrayal continuously
Boiling, bubbling over with acidic intention to indenture
To move this past the once well intended intentions
Now exodus to darker lands, black, no place to venture

Toxic infusions of gaseous invisibility, rendering us inadequate
To the once, simple, easy flowing process of unconditional love
This to, now comes with ifs & maybes, a sad, lonely banquet
Of light never moving, where the dancers are left inky black

Toxic is the stench of this of this once fragrant existence
For controlled by lust for power, to be the ultimate one
To rule over all you deem to have acquired through pestilence
Lies, pain, twisted fates, destroyed dreams now in state of oblivion.

Toxic is your touch,
For you ask to much
You have taken everything there is, controlled it
Moulded it, to your perfect ideal of illusioned existence
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