My voice is a poison,
people drop one by one.
I am the fear,
of things said and done.
Hiding my wounds,
covered with stained sleeves.
I am the reason,
why people want to leave.
The shrieks of the night,
Last look at the fading moon.
About to be new,
once I leave soon.
My touch has venom,
that shoots through veins,
Even though addicting,
you'll no longer be sane.
I am the addiction of insane,
I am the definition of pain,
Let your sadness drain,
it will all be okay.