I feel it tingle
from my heart to my shoulder
Of the man I was once.
With my heart so full hope and love.
So big it could fit the world in it.

I feel it tingle
Now its going through my biceps
And I'm on my phone looking at old pictures.
And how it fills me with sadness
Of what I could have been.

Oh how much I hate this tingle
As it starts to burn thought my forearm.
As tears start to swell in my eyes when I see how well everyone moved on.
How my heart have shrunk that I feel it starting to collapse in on itself.
Like a star at its days.

Make it stop oh please make the tingle stop.
As it hits my palm and the back of my hand.
As I become a mess. I am less and less a man overcome with these emotions because I haven't moved on but how can I.

Finally it reaches my fingers and how the tingles gathers at the tip ready to explode outwards. With it the end.
Oh how I want this tingle to end. I'm ready to free myself from this curse but once again the tingle returns to it's nest in my heart to eat away at what's left.

Poison comes in many shapes and sizes.
From the deep red berries of nightshade
To the bright green of Scheele's green.
Its been used by us to **** and to heal.
But there's one poison that more painful than all.
Choosing to **** you slowly.
This is the poison of a broken heart.
It eats away at you of what you could have been.
Never truly leaving
Always lingering.