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Sweetest Poison

Contributed by Faust on Wednesday, 19th April 2006 @ 10:33:34 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry



I walked the hollowed halls
With aged wine in my grail.
As my cup starts to overflow
When in life I seemed to fail.
It drowns me yet I cannot tell
My senses are ensnared.
The wine is like a pit of hell
And yet I cannot care.
The stench of the burning drink
Smelt of rotting flesh.
My sanity is at it's brink.
I cannot see through this mesh.
They foretold I would pick my poison
And it was one who I did meet.
For the poison I picked was love
And the taste sickly sweet.
Yet when the poison reached my gut
It took a bitter taste.
Everything in life was boading well, but
I learned life was a waste.
My birth was a mistake
I knew that when I cried.
For never was I given a break
Even though I tried.
This wine, This cup was my life
That overflowed with poison.
Yet the poison was from one love
And was picked with reason.




Copyright © Faust ... [ 2006-04-19 10:33:34]
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Re: Sweetest Poison (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 19th April 2006 @ 12:21:59 PM AEST
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Ah yes, the sweet poison! A truely magnificent write soaring through these eyes of mine and my brain. Easily the best of the day. I want to read more of your work.

Keep Writing!

SCM


Re: Sweetest Poison (User Rating: 1 )
by violet on Wednesday, 19th April 2006 @ 01:56:14 PM AEST
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very good.....so sad but beautiful as well...


Re: Sweetest Poison (User Rating: 1 )
by Rakerman1999 on Friday, 17th November 2006 @ 07:49:42 AM AEST
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Ohhhh the pain in this.

You are a talented writier
Very well done
Larry




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