I seethe with blades beneath my skin, that’s how deep my hatred runs
yet my lips betray me with praise, masking the venom I carry
I could strangle you with the weight of my loathing
and in the same breath, I’d lace my tongue with honey
Pretending it was never poison I wished to feed you
Jan 5
Jan 5, 2026 at 9:21 AM UTC
I seethe with blades beneath my skin, that’s how deep my hatred runs
yet my lips betray me with praise, masking the venom I carry
I could strangle you with the weight of my loathing
and in the same breath, I’d lace my tongue with honey
Pretending it was never poison I wished to feed you
