The opposition of life or death chokes my brain

Your eyes dress me with mountains of fear

As slowly it kisses my flesh with fatal flames

Decorating me with burns of a third degree nature



Heightened levels of anger secrete from your fangs

You hiss and rattle your tongue as you prepare to strike

Ready to plague my body with treacherous toxins

Awaiting to suffocate my veins with your bane breath



Why must you ambush an innocent heart with unwanted company?

Why must you dominate a free spirit with shackles of superiority?

I stand cautiously in the corner as you snap fiercely at me

Spitting venom faster than speeding bullets across my path



Meticulously it blinds my vision with every ounce of vengeance

Without warning it pours upon the tender blades of my shoulders

Drowning me in a sea of scars as a result of heinous jealousy

Constantly serving as a reminder of who you truly appear to be



By Glenn McCrary



© 2011 Glenn McCrary



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