The Poison

Poison, poison, flowing through;
quite deep is all its sting.
My gosh, my gosh, What will I do?
What horror will it bring?

Right now I feel so very free,
but never does this last.
The good times that should come to me,
can go downhill quite fast.

There was a time when I was sad,
and blue times filled the day.
Thinking back I would be glad,
to go back to that way.

In those days, the poisoned dread,
was not within my brain;
making me wish I were dead,
and driving me insane.

Yes, the poisons give a space
that ever seems so nice.
But they are not so full of grace,
and come with quite a price.

The more one takes the bitter fruit,
the more one cannot quit.
And so the poison will pollute,
those stuck with taking it.

Often dark times quickly come,
for those within its grip.
And early graves are dug for some,
who love its partnership.

Some swear the poison helps them live,
but little do they know,
that as they sing their narrative,
catastrophe can grow.

Quite easily, it angers me,
that few will really care,
to open up their eyes and see,
the harm that's really there.

The masses love to run about,
quite stuck in ever stress.
They rarely see another route,
to help them worry less.

Often those who love their peace,
are poisoned to the hilt,
as those in charge, pay to release,
their pain and utter guilt.

The world's messed up, or seems to be,
but somehow there's a plan,
as Love can turn a 'me' to 'we'
as only the Light can.