Should have stayed benevolent through it all
But I let my venom course it's way through my own veins,
Poisoning all with my bite.

I am a dracula, blasphemer, killer, liar, emotional tourist...
an Eve, a serpent's pet.

And it's just that when I am on fire
it's hard to put me out.

I feel like the bitter ghost of a woman
that descends over calm waters
and spews forth her black-tongued
malice.

I never even recognized the poison
in my own heart.

And I shall die this way.