"Patience," flapped the Butterfly's wings
"Patience," said Thomas Edison
"Patience," said Abraham Lincoln
"Patience," said the Diamond's sparkle
"Patience," said the Pearl's smoothness
"Patience," said Columbus' sailors
"Patience," the monks prayed
"Patience," the Mountains yawned
"Patience," Maturity recollected
"Patience," Healing nodded
"Patience," Insight demanded!
"Patience," winked the stars of the Milky Way

Mysterious, cold and
Heartless
Ruthless, hard and
Devious
Racing through your veins
Slowing you down
Your heart is throbbing.

You can scream
But only ragged gasps
And frothy foam will come out.
You are thrown to the ground
Eyes rolling back
Convulsing
Fingers clenched.

Weaker and weaker
Your life is ebbing away
Blank eyes
Still body
Slack mouth
Suicide by cyanide.

Once again I return to feel the hurt the pain
Addicted to your cyanide
That’s driving me insane

Ride upon this sickening ride surf upon its tide
Feel it rotting out my brain
You are my cyanide

As a child upon the bed I’d think to stop the chain
Small doses of your cyanide
Were coursing in my vein

I didn’t know and so I ate whatever you’d provide
Given the things that you’d obtain
The bitter cyanide

Only poison in your heart things that you’d been fed
Force fed on the cyanide
Lead me where your led

Please know that
I would jump off a bridge
if you told me to.
And I would (and have)
listened to you talk
and talk for hours and hours,
and I would enjoy it.
And you are a very central
part if my life, and
you will be the
death of me.

I am scared.
For the longest time
I have been utterly sad.
Full of anger, with a need
for solace.
But now,
i am nothing.
I am quiet.
Placid.
And oh god
it is terrifying.

Your hands are rough
from the years spent
building the walls
that surround you.
You picked each stone,
and placed it with care
to gaurd you from the evils
you grew with.
My hands are soft,
ut not for long.
It is my turn to
scar my fingers
as I rip each brick
from the wall around you.
I will not stop until
you are just as exposed
as I am.
.