Spinning Poison Poem by Sam Dragon

Spinning Poison



Spinning poison from a golden thread,
In this world no ones truly dead,
While I sit here on my to cry,
Really trying just to fly,
Or maybe die.

And praying that you'll stay away,
As the dawn breaks into day,
For now nights horrid grasp is gone.

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