I wish I was a poison dart,
dark red blood floods when
my needle pierces your skin.
Imagine how sick I could
make you with the venom
running in your veins,
aiding the words meant
to sting you.
I want your ears to ring
at the filling of your blood
with a hurt that you deserved
so long ago. And I want
to be the last thing you see
before you say good-bye.
