Poisened Poem by Matthew Holloway
Poisened
My own words
Written in blood ink
Have bled me out
Lead me to an end
I die as I have before
Into the night
Poisoned by words
Of literacy and poetry
Odes to every beauty
Become somewhat
Of a macabre obituary
Still, still I pen those words
And damn myself
To become poisoned
By worlds and lives
Of my own creation
How still the night
It passes me by slowly
As I wilt into it
And in dying I do not die
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