DEATH Poem: Toxicity, by Michaela Mensch

Runs through the veins of almost all.
A curdling poison of sorts,
Spewing, rolling, tumbling,
Off lips and stirring in hearts.
Hatred words causing pain and grief to all.
Like drugs,
Making innocent sweetness,
Die in the hands of those hatred demons.
Toxicity ruins lives,
Relationships,
And poisons the innocent’s angelic eyes.
Turning in the membrane,
Toxicity burning fuel
In their hearts of the keeper.
Until their curdling dark blood
Falls.

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