Poison
Poison’s drink of choice-
with every swig, toxins flow.
Sin is now in play.
Darkness
That in the darkness-
a heartbeat’s heard, then silence.
An empty womb’s left.
Ghosts
Rippling water-
ghosts of the past keep haunting
my innocent soul.
Temptation
A frigid, cold wind-
temptation awaits mistakes,
for death is its goal.
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