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Venom




It is there deep within, your heart will enjoy a dose or two
in no time it'll turn into an unavoidable habit too
few drops of it and you'll feel you are warmed
by something whose harm you're never to be informed 
you'll be too consumed by it, you'll drink it in lots
irony will someday reveal, it was the venom in your thoughts!

It will fuel overthinking and make you paranoid
you'll feel lost somewhere, in the vast, endless void
the world will feel cursed, you'll get back to sip your drink to avoid
the reality and the problems in it imposed 
by the venom in your thoughts with which you're still dosed!

You will hold on to all evil prejudice tight
it will provoke you to do so and convince you that doing so is a delight 
you'll taint your clean record and replace it with bad deeds then
unaware of what you're about to nurture,
the venom in your thoughts that will wipe out your future!

It will fill your thoughts with jealousy and desire
you'll forget how it used to be, to appreciate and admire
success of others will make you restless 
about your own flaws, you wouldn't care less
many will try to cure you and assure
that you'll heal from the damage about whose existence you aren't sure!
your morals will fade away, you'll walk away with a frown
since in the venom in your thoughts, your heart has begun to drown.

It will make you toxic, you'll be unwanted 
people will avoid you as if, places visited by you turned haunted 
that day would be when you'll quit your drink,
since there wouldn't be more to be consumed or fetched
your heart would become the pool in which venom would lay drenched...





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