Wrapping around your limbs
they take a vice like grip
they'll bleed you dry
until there's nothing left
they care for no one
but themselves
They'll hurt you and your family
they'll hurt the young and the old
they are poison ivy with no soul
the sort of person that never had a conscience or even a small part of their brain labelled heart dept. you've met them with the same coldness. great
Cannibals never last long, good use of a metaphor, for the hurt some people cause
Sadly there are many people around such as this, a well written piece Dave.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thought this poem is short, it speaks thousands of words! well done!