My insides are burning,
my heart has turned to ash.
The wreckage of an *****
that has been broken at last.

A man walks these solemn streets,
tapping and rapping his cane,
and with him, the stench of death follows
on these dreary, weary streets.

His eyes shine against the dark
on these lonely, stony streets.
His smile sends shivers down your spine,
as your heartrate begins to climb
on these unholy, lowly streets.

Pulled from his overcoat, a blade shines
against the lights of these ugly, shady streets.
A sight that's gone as the streetlights flicker,
but not for long: He's walking quicker
on these now dangerous, deadly streets.

Out go the lights on these dark, desolate streets.
He hears you running; he'll always be coming
on these dreadful, hellful streets.

I goofed.
I tripped.
I let a little too much slip.
The poison that spewed forth from your lips
i̸͙̊s̴̘̊ ̵̥̋n̶͙̿ö̶̰ṯ̴̀h̶̗͑i̸̫͝ñ̷̖g̵͉̾ ̷̚ͅc̴̨͗o̶͎̍m̷̡͆p̶͔̅a̴͇̅r̶̜̽e̸̫͛d̶̗͠ ̶̫̋ṫ̶͖ó̷̗
t̵̆h̸̼͑e̴̯͊ ̸̯̇ǒ̷͉n̶͌ͅȅ̷̥ ̷͇̾I̵͕̓ ̸͎͊p̴͎̓o̸̦͋u̵͎̒r̶̢͐e̴͍̾d̴̥̒ ̸͈͐ị̸͆ň̷̘ṱ̵̃o̶͙͑ ̵̡̕t̷̟͂h̶̹̒e̵̮̔ ̶̬́w̷̙͑̐̕ĭ̸͇̫͎̓̓̎̄̕͜n̶͔̮̤̍̍͊ͅẽ̸̳̮̔͐̽͗ ̷͓̅f̶̩͌r̴̖̿ó̴̡ḿ̵͜ ̵̺͗w̶̮͝h̸̯̿i̸̤͛c̶̻̓h̶̫͝ ̴̫́y̷̪̾ỏ̶̝ú̴͇ ̴̟̍s̶͈̏i̶̪͝p̸̄ͅ
OH WAIT, I MEAN,
OF COURSE THERE'S NO POISON
a̴̩͗t̸͇̊ ̴̞̑l̶̗͑ē̶̺a̷̛̰s̵̟̔t̵̞̆,̷̝̅ ̶̙̆n̷̮͗o̷̯̚n̴͓̑e̷͖͐ ̶̳̊t̷̪͒ẖ̷̕ą̴̐t̶̛̩ ̶̡̂c̴͎̎ǎ̵̜n̵̠̂ ̷̬͠b̷͔̒ė̴̳ ̴͖̾š̴͖ẹ̷͗ĕ̴̼ǹ̷̘
SO DRINK, DRINK UP MY QUEEN,
I ASSURE YOU, IT'LL MAKE YOUR EYES GLEAM
w̵̗͝ẖ̸̓i̵̡͋l̷̡͐ê̸͕ ̷̧̌v̴̤͂ḛ̴̏ṅ̴̻o̶͇̅m̵͈̔ ̴͖̿ȇ̷͎a̸̡̛t̷̝̚s̴̩͠ ̶̖͐ã̵̙ẅ̷̼́a̸̠̚ỹ̵̠ ̵̡̕ỳ̶͉o̵̞͘ŭ̷̙r̵͚͝ ̸͎̿s̸̤̓p̷͚̽ḻ̴̀e̶̘̎é̵͉n̶̼͘,̵̪̀ ̶͚͌a̶͈͐m̵̆ͅǫ̵͛n̷̤͌g̸̘̿ ̶͐͜o̵̬̐ṫ̶͜h̶̖͠e̶̩͋r̶̬̉ ̷̟͝t̷͎͌h̸̢͌i̷̮͝n̶̲͆g̶̳̀s̸͇̍.̸͓́
GO ON, TRY IT
I HAVE A FEELING THAT YOU'LL LIKE IT.

I've fallen head over heels,
attracted like a moth to a lamp.
Too close to the flames I flew,
and in fire I have been consumed.

I cannot hide from the monster inside.
It pounds,
It beats,
I never know when it's ready to feast.
Pumps the blood straight through my veins,
faster and faster,
it wraps my mind in endless chains.
Clouds my judgment when I need it most,
quickly transforms me into an unforgiving host.
I can hear it cry.
THUMP THUMP,
THUMP THUMP,
as it crawls up into my throat.
When I don't listen to its impulsive whines,
it bursts out from its unholy shrine.
It screams,
it shouts,
Until I no longer know its whereabouts.
My heart is a monster,
that much I know is true.
That's why my ribs have a cage,
to hold back its rage
from the likes of you.

I sat on an island of failure,
too afraid to set out and become a sailor.
One day, I laid my eyes upon a mermaid,
the sight of which caused my fears to fade,
and my heart to be set aflame.
So I built up a mighty ship
constructed of grit and what felt to be valor,
and sailed off to battle the waves.
Hoping, praying,
that it was my heart she would crave.
I kissed her on the cheek,
and in that moment she would not speak.
She disappeared into the drink,
and with her, my heart began to sink.
The floorboards creaked and moaned,
for you see,
my confidence had been overthrown.
My ship crumbled into the sea,
taking with it my courage,
and me.