Cyanide

Little words you never say,

They cast a shadow all the same.

Downward spiral through the fray,

Infused with nothing to obtain.

 

Take another sip of poison,

Retribution without care.

Aware of everything in place,

Besides the fact that nothing's there.

 

You'll break if you move too quickly,

Stand too still, you'll turn to stone.

Paper lies, plastic apologies

Far too late to atone.

 

Desperate measures spark the guilt,

Call the conscience to come home.

It's taken you too long to see,

The bitter truth I've always known.

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Callis.at.the.Palace's picture

Well done

A very good read.


"Where do you go when nowhere feels like home?"-FBMF

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Why thank you

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