It's poison-
What did you expect it to taste like?
It's vitriolic and repulsive

You administer this fatal dose
Not with words
But with how you say them

A suicide mission-
You’ve poisoned yourself too                

I can see this coming by now
Read the signs when the serpent’s head is raised
Clipped, impatient, uncontrolled, overused, rage

Shaking hands, I reach for the antidote
Letting awareness filter toxins away
I inject you too- I love you, I say

But just for a moment there,
I felt the poison take control
Utter hate ripping through my soul

It leaves residue of negativity inside my heart
It’s getting more resistant with every fight you try to start
I fear how very easy it’d just be to fall

Wearied in the never-ending struggle to ignore the poison’s call