The Venom

To feel is to writhe in your grave, as though knives slice through your flesh,

And to not is to suffocate silently,

To surrender is to be trapped in the devil’s claws, he who chains your soul to the vile mind of love,

And keeps clinking and slashing to remind you of its existence,

He light’s your fire, through dusk and dawn,

But you burn in the pyre alone,

The black rose between its teeth, the blue between its claws,

Don’t look at it, the human soul is weakened and the devil call’s,” let me bite you”,

You are whole and yet hollow, you are ripped and your skin splattered on the cracked earth you stand,

You have sunk to the ground to piece the pieces, and you find them laden with venom from the devil,

Touch them, and blisters your skin and flashes of eyes blind you, and you are no more existing on your earth,

You are faint as fragmented pieces of your mind quench your thirst with murky water from the dark well,

Hollow and full, pain stings and knots and strangles, each breath you take, and the poison eases in a little more,

There is no escape, there is no end, die suffocating or writhing, its your choice,

it is the only way you know to live,

Jailed under the earth, where none can find you, where none can see you,

None remember you because none know you,

You breathe in only the the stench, it tells you that you are indeed alive,

Squeeze the poison out and you drown in it, in your cellar,

Can you swim in it, blistered,

You have to, my sweet, you have to die, die, die, swim and froth with venom,so that you can live.

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10 thoughts on “The Venom

  1. Quite the powerful twist Pranita, Dark yet the words truly echo..


  2. iku2e

    I cannot get the other meaning of this poem,,the hidden one. though it is a goood writing


  3. The feelings may feel like a thousands deaths, but the lack there of really is a death of many sorts. If you can swim past the pain there may be sunrises on the horizon and relief. There are so many beautiful feelings too, but sometimes we have to suffer those others to feel those we want.

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  4. iku2e

    Reblogged this on iKu2e.


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