madi

My sweet poisons

I thought all was pure, in the red ravine,
Where I often wandered.
I believed the breeze was fresh,
Amongst the plants I called my friends.
Here; dark bittersweet ivy bloomed,
Rich berries hung, and yet, no bird sung.
Among the honey locust, no bee flew.
Upon the zephyr lily no butterfly sat.
My dynasty of poisons, my secret way of death, my bitter sweet brew.
I am; their belladonna.
I wear a crown, woven thru my dark hair.
The sweet drips of liquid death,
Run down my porcelain skin.
Henbane and hemlock, mandrake and may-apple sit as my crown of jewels.
I drink the wine of the moon flower.
I bathe in the sweat of the wild cherry.
My pale lust pours from my loins, as they drink my nectar; sleep engulfs me with the taste of a poppy seed.
I have forgotten yesterday and will chose to forget tomorrow


This is my favorite poem, its not that great but it expressed alot of my emotions. I'm drinking armaretto sours, ther yummy but weak, eh?