I have the bottle in my hand,
Poison meant for another man.
Can I really end it here?
To die alone is my worst fear.
But I don't see the point of life,
When it's made up of hidden knives.
Poison, by another name,
Is still as deadly, still the same.
Haha, it's pretty short, but whatever. Not exactly sweet either. Oh well!
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Poison, by any other name is just as deadly: Poetry
PoésieDark poems about death and sadness. I write them to get anger out of my system do I can live more happily. I post em so you can get all depressed.