tonight, something a little
stronger than poison
runs through my veins
it festers, intangible,
pretty like belladonna,
sweet like nightshade
it sways in the wind
of my lungs, it has it's
own tune you see.
i know it's a plague,
like him, we've all
been infected once.
tonight, it's angry,
venomous,
gardens of deep rose
and happiness returns
to being but a distant,
wavering sun.