Crying Skies, Rain And Discarded Memories

venom

You were a bottle of venom,

And way worse than drugs or liquor,

You had the upper hand,

Being half-angel, half-demon,

And in those few hours we spent,

And all those remarks you made, that I resent,

I wouldn’t trade those times for a thing,

I'd go back to then in a heartbeat.

Because I miss those remarks,

Now that there's no heartbeat left,

And I rue all those days I overslept,

And forgot to answer your calls,

And now I'm trapped inside these walls,

And you rest six feet deep under the soil,

I miss that bottle of venom, trapped inside a troubled boy.