Poison under my skin
Drips to the fingertips,
Like acid to this paper
Writing my apocalypse.
It burns and scolds
With flames to ashes,
It’s a nuclear reaction
As light & dark clashes.
The world injected me
With all this venom,
Turning innocence
Into a deadly weapon.
A product of my past
The tortured castaway
Haunted by the images
Forced to live another day.
Tarnished with poison
Yet filled with gold.
They can’t inject my heart
As my soul won’t be sold.

K