Warning: he Surgeon General Has Determined Venom Is Hazardous To Your Health
By: Prince Trystan
Spit at you at high velocity
Thinking it will burn your skin
Or maybe your soul
Its the wrong poison
Projected outward but kept inside
Eating
The embodiment of hate
Striking out to do harm
But only eating
Days and nights spent
In quiet contemplation
Feeling the pain of it eating
Plotting the next attack so carefully
Fueled by anger
Feeding it without knowing
Unleashing another maelstrom
Upon its victim of imagined hurt
From an empty space inside
Sitting alone, desolate, destroyed
Still unable to stop lashing out
An empty husk of his former self
Finally realizing the venom unleashed
Has worked its magic in reverse
And eaten alive he who it was meant to protect
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