I don't like it when you poison me.
Speak my name as if it were a curse. Show me just how broken I am.
You,
with one word,
one name,
tell me of my worth,
and what I deserve.
The venom spreads from my ears;
to my brain,
my heart,
my hands.
It makes my breaths sting and smart.
It kills me.
YOU ARE READING
VADE RETRO ME, SATANA.
PoetryVADE RETRO ME, SATANA [Get off my back, Satan.] Disclaimer: This story becomes progressively lighter as I do.
