Poison and Time
My thoughts are dark;
dark as your poisoned heart;
tell me does your chest hurt yet?
It’s only a matter of time;
My temper is harsh;
but not as harsh as yours;
Some day’s I say what I don’t mean;
but at least I can admit;
Hear my words;
the poison is setting;
it only gets worse;
the poison is one thing;
but it’s getting late now;
and time is running out;
My sun is dark;
dark as your poisoned lungs;
tell me do they burn yet?
It’s only a matter of time;
I have bad habits;
but none such as yours;
I feel things I don’t want to feel;
but it helps me to know what is real;
Hear me please;
the poison has set in;
it’s only getting worse;
the poison might be one thing;
but it has gotten late now;
and the time is running out;
My world is dark;
dark as your poisoned soul;
tell me do you hurt yet?
It’s only a matter of time;
Tell me;
as your teeth decay;
as you choke on your own words;
will you not put it down?
Tell me;
as the smoke you ingest;
and your body it infects;
will you still not put it down?
Tell me;
as your chest, it hurts;
and your lungs they burn;
will you not give them up?
Tell me;
as your body suffers;
and the pills cause you to break;
will you still not give them up?
Were two families not enough?
Have you still not learned?
Well tell me can you hear me now?
Can I break through to you somehow?
I hate to see you as a monster;
and so I’ll turn away;
No, I will not be like you;
I’ll find the words to say;
the things that you can’t say;
I’ll find another way;
Hear me, you won’t;
the poison was set;
it only got worse;
the poison was one thing – it was a curse;
but it’s far too late now;
and the time has run out;
Has the world gotten dark yet?
Is the ground cold?
Was it all worth this?
The answer should be ‘no’...
-R. R. Paradis