Venomous
slithering through a world of shadows
tainted black by the world I've touched
venom stuffed back into my aching jaws so long
the buildup is beginning to poison me
black, oily light seeps from stormswept skies
the color of tornados
the sickly green that looks so much like my insides
glowing an odd glow
unnatural and putrescent
nowhere safe for me to dispense of my ichor
anywhere I turn are innocents
innocent souls
innocent minds
and me, am I supposed to let myself taint them
just because I was infected?
where to put this spoiled version of me
how to stop myself from spreading the dark
If only I could shed my skin and run run away
but it always catches up, doesn't it
And even if I bite
let my instincts lash out
the venom comes back
and endless cycle of pain release pain
anger
a pit where every misstep counts
and is held against you for eternity
what kind of beast does not gnaw off the limb that traps it?
What animal holds itself accountable for it's own instincts?
Is there any other creature who tries so hard to change it's being?
Is there a way to win
or am I fighting a useless battle?
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