You close your mind off to the possibility.
Shutting out hope, your cold heart wilters inside a fortress built with remnants of disdain and jealousy.
Spiteful words drip from your lips,
Convolging the darkest parts of yourself disguised by eloquent poetics.
Reciting confounded words only to afflict wounds that have been afflicted unto you.
Vile poison spills with such a sweet aroma.