Living for the sake of living.
Leading a normal life,
but in an instant,
it all changes.
One stabbed in the dark,
with a blade of pure poison.
It takes control almost instantly,
and leaves the victim defenceless.
This Poison Called Swift.
Struck in a moments silence.
From that point onwards,
living without it is impossible.
Without this poison,
its beholder will decay away,
with a simple and meaningless life.
A life as simple as a white withering rose.
This Poison Called An Addiction.
This poison eventually strikes all,
and is never left out of life itself.
Without this poison,
each and every single living creature,
would dissapear in an instant.
Without this poison,
nothing would have meaning.
Without this poison,
we are nothing.
This Poison Called Love.
 Dodexora · Thu Aug 02, 2007 @ 12:29pm · 4 Comments |
