I May Be Toxic, But You’re Venomous.

I burn at the touch and I make it hard to breathe

I’ll make you so weak you’re unable to leave

Down on your knees, you scramble away

I don’t have the antidote to convince you to stay

I’ve also been feeling rather ill from your bite

It withers my veins as it eats me alive

What’s left of my blood pumps venom into my heart

Now a bruised piece of flesh that is falling apart

It was wonderful when you deeply breathed in my air

Sinking in your teeth with my fingers in your hair

But the aftermath isn’t pretty, I know

Yet not wretched enough to stir your rigid soul

I’m sure that you’ll quickly detoxify the fumes

Breathe in fresh air until your lungs resume

But your poison has turned me into stone

Cold to the touch, heartless and impenetrable.

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