The Poison That Kills

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  1. twowolves80

    twowolves80 Darkness Incarnate; don't even bother

    I am the eyes
    in the dark,
    seeking an answer
    and finding none;
    looking in
    but forever outside.

    I am the venom
    in the cup,
    destroying all I touch
    or whomever touches me;
    but lethal nonetheless.

    How does one break
    the Midas curse?
    Instead of gold,
    my touch withers,
    sickens and kills--
    relationships I desire
    and can never have;
    jealousy and hatred
    my only friends.

    A cold wind blows
    though the void of my soul,
    and the mark of Cain
    burns me so
    with the ugly truth
    of my life's Pattern:
    I will always be alone
    because I am
    the poison that kills.
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