Sweet bitter tastes touch my tongue, Turning knots of nothingness. Regret, relief, repose, rewind- Take a poison- Ease my mind. Calm me down now. Soon, there will be no pain. Little toxins leak tenderly And I feel better. These kind chemicals Was over me Like a wave of pure water- Droplets fall from the skies: My eyes. Cries, and sighs. Breathe a last breath, We are all ok. Take this vegetation, Take life away. A nightshade salad, My perfect deadly nutrition. Swallow down those berries, Eat the flowers and leaves. My favorite plant Will appease The emptiness inside of me. Deadly nightshade- Belladonna. The purple beauty of Dreams of death.
A metaphor using some of my favorite plants. The nightshade family is known to have very beautiful and very significant flowering plants. They are incredibly resilient as well and can grow almost anywhere. The only problem is that they also can be deadly. It's an interested and beautiful duality.
Read this and absorb my soul. I’m rotted with wisdom as I travel through a grayscale world in which every living thing wears a frown. Morbid and alone, love is nightshade and agony is pleasure. Distopion, tyranny and oppression. This place is corrupted. I need a pen so that I can further depress myself. I scratch out the bad ideas as if the ones you read now are good. Scratch me, scratch my pen. Walk across my thoughts, lose yourself. Run across my thoughts and your soul will pour from your mouth and my demons will feast upon it. END
belladonna it seems that you're deadly such a beautiful name for a deadly plant belladonna erase my pitiful existence take my pain away let me wither away I cannot stand this **** any longer take me away belladonna atropa night shade death
Poison only tastes like poison After you swallow it Too unfortunate To admit You've been murdered Before you're dead You know it's only a matter of time Before you're coughing up red
This is your nightshade Your parasite Your venom Your kryptonite You know the harder you fight The harder back - the poison will bite Don’t slow down Do take a breath It’s the last time you'll breathe Before your death Or refer to it as “eternal rest” To try and ease The tightening in your chest
So panicked So manic Feeling entirely frantic Uncertainty With urgency But you were poisoned purposely And you know without a doubt Who set out To knock you out
You'll look across the room You'll feel it in your veins Your eyes will lock with hers You'll overflow with pain It burns you from the inside Nowhere to hide She's filled with pride
Cuz she knows She's the one who murdered you And she also knows That you know it too The reason was clear Why she put the poison in your throat And when she kissed you She knew there was no antidote
She leaned in close So you'd hear the words that she said And from what she whispered She was pronouncing you dead
Suddenly it occurs to you That with the venom on her lips She will die too Cuz love only feels like love When you're falling into it And poison only tastes like poison After you've swallowed it.
On a beautiful Monday morning when the neighborhood bells were ringing from the west is the wind coming I saw your flaxen hair swinging followed by a sound of sobbing the sound a little girl made until it finally starts to fade after you gave her that bittersweet nightshade I started wondering if your heart were made of jade oh, how could you be so well-made? when I was about to start my reverie, you gazed back at me... alas, I should leave those fantasy! it turns out that she was taken already! what a cruel reality!
FYI Bittersweet Nightshade is a poisonous plant ;)
Once, there was a girl Who was pitiable, Poisoned by the demons Of the nightshade. Unable to cope with The fact that the world Was against Her tiny broken heart She plummeted From the tree that once Touched the Round Moon.