Deadly Presence

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My words release a toxin along with my breath

It will kill you slowly when you're near

My lungs are filled up with clusters of sorrow and those are the ones which causes your symtoms

You've been exposed to me

My words are like daggers and I can feel my thoughts sharpening them

I hate to know that one day, my words will stab you

Either in the heart, and you will fall down to an emotional death

Or I will simply puncture your lungs and leave you to grow your own sorrow clusters

I'm afraid to speak, but the daggers are scratching my lips from the inside

I'm hurting you, I know

Don't tell me else while you're barely breathing and covered in cuts

My stare is cold, making everything freeze

So now you're standing here with hypothermia

I never meant it to be, I'm suffering as much as you

These conditions are feasting of me and I have nothing else to offer

We all know, that my plain presence will shorten your life

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