My body is what follows next
I see his slight figure, maybe a ghost, they’re at my door
He grabs me roughly, perplexed
I smile or I think I do at least
I feel the poison ensnaring my body
I embrace this death feast
No longer feeling empty
I think I feel fingertips tracing my jaw
But the coils of the poison have reached my soul
Erasing my heart, my only flaw
The poison has me in its controls
I think I hear his voice
Whispering harshly in my ear
“You’ve made the wrong choice.”
Followed by a single tear
Reaching towards his ghostly figure and finding it real
I recoil as fast as a poisoned body could
Not believing this vision to be truthful
For nothing seen through this poison is good
My hoarse voice takes a gasp
“I will always be yours. I hope you know that.”
I continue in my soft rasp
“Come with me. We cannot win this combat.”
The poison envelops me whole
And I lose the sight of my eyes
I feel the breaking of my soul
Then my body’s last good-byes.
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