Toxic
Burning slowly
Like I'm set on fire
This can't be good
It doesn't always feel this way
The slice of rose thorns severing
My veins
Tearing me apart from outside to inside
A brewing poison
Poised in the shell of Adonis gold
Suffering the silent death of wounded heart
And spine and brain
Spilling in my bloodstream
Covering the red with black
When did the growth slow
When did our love go toxic
Peeling away my layers
Eating through the barriers
Dancing flames of blue
Burning, turning red
Sweet singes
Until I'm ashes
Yet I revel in the feeling
Of the sweet toxins
Give me life and joy and lust
Illusion, trust
Take me on a thrilling ride
And crash me down into the dirt
Where I feel I might survive
If toxic pleasure feeds the earth
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