The green glow
The harsh taste
One sip
And you’re gone
Poison
It’s everywhere
The word
That comes out
Of that person
A shot of
Pure
Fucking
Cyanide
The antidote
Not in sight
So you
Slowly
Cough out your lungs
The breath
A small
Amount of oxygen
Not gracing your body
With it’s life
The poison
It’s everywhere
Inside every mind
Every thought
Poisoned
Jealousy
Strychnine
Anger
Nightshade
Insecurity
Hemlock
It’s everywhere
The subtle growth
Poisonous
The antidotes
Always in sight
But never used
Only serving to spread
It’s poison
A cloud
Of pain
Suffering
People
Dying to the words
And poison everywhere
The small dagger
In everyone’s belt
Or
In their throats
The words like darts
Finding their mark
And filling
The bloodstream
With pure
Unfiltered
Poison
Nobody works
To use their antidotes
Maybe a calming word
A small syringe
Of happiness
But of course
No one notices
Or chooses it
Rather
They fight
The poison
Inside
With more poison
So
Why wouldn’t it
Be everywhere?
We breathe it in
A harsh cloud of negativity
An inhale of mustard gas
So of course we exhale
Napalm of our own
We are factories
Of production
The only product?
The poison
Of our own demise
Although
The same factory
Produces the antidote
A shot of serotonin
A small hit of dopamine
Endorphins galore
Yet we focus
On that small
Shot
Of
Pure
Unfiltered
Poison