| Chained By Poison |

Sickened by the poison flowing inside.
Insides melting as if I have died.
Died but alive, indeed a rotten curse.
Curse of sorrow, that keeps getting worse.
Getting worse persistently untill I write.
Write my feelings and mask like a heist.
Heist that stole away my own sanity.
Sanity of scars as of dying humanity.
Humanity left behind by ignorance indeed.
Indeed left to rot in times of need.
Needed some comfort in order to be.
Be my ownself, but forgot, I killed "me."