Don't you wish life was a slut? Then it'd be easy.

the title of my poem is I Am Poisoned

a black liquid
beautiful yet so evil
flows freely through me
filling my veins
replacing the warmth of blood
with its cold darkness...

my body nor my mind protests
as this runs within me
the sensation is unknown
but i am open to it
because it is sweeet...

my worries are comforted
by this seductive poison
that spreads so fastly
running deeper than my veins...

i have no control over
this vivid eruption that takes place
inside of me beyond my body
and long past my mind...

this substance
has infected my soul
and taken over the reins
so that i, my dear
have lost all peace
become restless...

my health no longer exists
for i am poisoned.

there..a poem i wrote ealier in the year..kinda freaked myself out after reading when i was done writing it...