Black Poison

by Curing the Comon Cliche   Sep 20, 2008


Do you ever get the feeling
The butterflies are dead
The world is shadow cast in iron
The feeling is going through your head

The mercury struck poison
Glimmers in this light
As the silver streaking moon
Pierces the black night

The cold liquid flows inside you know
A freezing death from lead
All the chess pieces have been set up
But the king and queen are dead

Slipping from the railing
That you hold on to for your life
The answer was either A or B
But neither one was right

Slipping off into a coma
But for now we'll call that sleep
The broken pieces of your heart
Another thing you can't keep

We are almost at the climax
The sight you've come to see
But the curtains close before you
A black poison, to you, from me

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  • 16 years ago

    by StandStill

    "The answer was either A or B but neither one was right"

    ^^ That's so applicable to everything. Actually, it reminds me of the people i ate lunch with.."Do you believe in God? Yes or no" but neither was the right answer...all the questions were like that..

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