Posion

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They spit in my face, they call me a disgrace

To society, to my home, to the whole damn world

You know what? What you want, I don't care

I don't care that your words are posion, 

Tearing me, burning my skin until there's nothing but bone

And even then, the words still hit home

I clench my teeth, awed at your black heart

Burnt to ashes, your soul darkening mine

Until my sublimnal head turns to malice

I've drunk in your posion, they both do the same

Torture in the process but a cure in the end

But you had to stop me, you had to continue on

I've read your label, what else do you want?

I feel like caving in on my dreams, turning them to stone

But your not my prince Charming, my Medusa

Bitter, cold, sweet, sour

The words of the hell that come off your tongue

Cursing who I am to posion

My blood will forever be cachaemic

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