Poison
Quick to anger, aren't you?
It's so easy to get consumed.
Isn't it a bit too soon
to make sure your life is doomed?
Greedy as a thief,
yet you console yourself,
knowing that you don't steal.
As vain as a peacock,
but atleast you wouldn't kill.
Do you even know you're hiding behind a false shield?
The other sword's blade is no sharper than the one you yield.
So pick your poison sir,
they're really all the same.
Poison is poison,
no matter what the name!

ESTÁS LEYENDO
Paper Cut Eyes
PoésieThese are just some of the poems I write. My emotions in writing.