Bit by bit
I stole toxic drops
And savored bliss
Between my lips
Fame and desires
Became empty vials
And happy thoughts
They soon did rot
Beneath my skin
Arachnids crawled
The poison spread
My body ebbed
It festered deep
Inside my gut
And spread its seed
With vicious weeds
Till I did bud
A wicked soul
My own sinful crops
Of poisonous drops
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Dark Trails
Poetry** This book has been published on Amazon, revised and edited with altered and added poems. The road is not always paved in marvel, beauty, and love. Sometimes it is the wicked and broken fragments of life that revel the human soul. And with these...
