VENOM
Your misery transcends your pain, tenfold
Your evening ritual unfolds
Conniving, contriving
Stewing in your own hatred
When we reach out, inviting
Your venomous bite defeats
Briefly poisoning us too
At least until the wounds heal.
But we consider that bitter strike
And cloak our souls protectively
Armouring our essence
Against you.
Copyright 1998 ~ Drifter
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