| poison control, the beauty beneath the undead soul the essence of the monster the absolute core is the beauty beneath your only desire is to rid the world of me but i control your poison and your beauty beneath the small forgotten touch of me the memory blazes in you you couldn't possibly forget not even if you wanted to the events that have shaped themselves in turn have shaped us our shared lives have ingrained the concept it cannot be lied to, it cannot be mislead it itches, burns even poison control my scent is there, somewhere, under your skin and in you you couldn't possibly forget not even if you wanted to you and your conflicted soul drown in it NEXT POEM MY POETRY HOME |