Original Painting - Alexa Wright
Taking sips
Of the world
As the poison
Slowly drips
Down my
Conquered
Throat.
Ready to
Penetrate
The small
Morsel of
Goodness
That hides
Deep within
The frigid
Confinement
Of my soul.
Am I ever
Going to
Be the same
As I once was?
Back to the
Age of innocence
Which
Grazed its
Lifeless body
Against
My tight
Curious
Figure.
Taunting
My existence
And mocking
My meaning
Towards
Everlasting life.
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