My skin has been dry lately
Torn at the edges
Begging to break free
All that snakeskin you thought I bared
Settled on the ground around me
I am no longer filled with venom
I exfoliated your touch from my skin
Cleansed my soul from knowing you
After all that fight I become the viper you all came to know
Only this time I glow
This time I'm not afraid of using my fangs
This time I make decide if I become the villain you all couldn't bare the thought of
YOU ARE READING
Before I Blackout
PoetryMy best work is done when I'm on the edge of blacking out, when you finally stop trying to pretend you have a grip on what runs though your mind, you should try writing with your eyes half closed and your mind wide open. This may be an on going pro...
