The Lies Of Your Venomous Veins
The lies of your venoumous veins of destruction
Like looking through a clear glass and seeing a black figure
Swarm over you like an attack of bee's swarming their honey
At first glance the clearing of the salt filled glass settles
But like a tornado the burst of venum over powers the clear outlook of any settled thoughts
Your mind cut's the glass with fear of emotions
You feel free, alive, whole again
Until the glass shatters in a pile of dust
You feel lost, betrayed, alone, and harmed
But continue to fix the shattered glass life has thrown at you
To feel whole.
