You’re my Poison
I was not poisoned, when the rusty chain
Sliced my wrists, as I imprisoned myself.
Vile toxins did not fill my veins, when I swallowed
The unnamed capsule.
When the burning began.
When my muscles all locked at once
Not letting me move, just like the side affect
of tetanus.
When I felt as if I was still alive
Enduring the stiffening of postmortem
This all began
The moment I first glimpsed your face.
Red is the sore flesh of my lung,
begging me to let fresh air stroke my tongue.
Yellow are the countless strands of my hair,
swirling as I plunge deeper into despair.
Green is the glow of my weary eyes,
helplessly awaiting their demise.
Blue is the chapped skin of my lips,
frozen by a thousand chilling drips.
Violet is the tone of my scarred face,
surrendering to the water's cold embrace.
Black is the color lingering over my chosen doom,
All of my colors,
I present for the waves to consume.
Tears
The intoxicating fog,
That sends ice, bringing on thermogenesis.
As these droplets, cool my red cheeks.
Of all the sorrowful tears
That I shed standing outdoors
In the dark, on damp grass
Remember your back
As it slowly faded, as you walked away
Leaving me forever
With only my tears, to occupy my company
Forever now.