The Beauty of Poison
By Lucas Troutt
I’ve told myself
Time and time again
That at daybreak
My soul will be born anew
That the rising sun
Will cleanse me of my sins
Leaving them lost in yesterday’s shadowThough each and every day
I stumble across myself
Bathing in the snakes that entrance me
Wrapping themselves around my neck
Til the spots and stars of their poison
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