The Silent Cry Poetry Collection

Poison

Poison

Will I drink you?

Beautiful like morning dew.

Will I swallow your sin?

Or will I win?

So tempting you are to me,

Your vial I can clearly see.

Will I be a sweet surrender?

Will I loose myself and not remember?

Your liquid holds all the answers,

Will you free me with your dancers?

All the questions unspoken,

Would be your payment token.

A glance at time,

Would it no longer be mine,

If I drank you?

But will I drink you?

Will I drink you?