The poison hue upon your tongue 

by blossom666

There are days when I despise the very breath that leaves your lips. Days when before me I see the tinged hue of poison on your tongue as words slip through. When truth’s mingle with lies and intentions become the stepping stone of oblivion. And I wonder will the haunting memory of the past ever leave my mind or is to be the shadow that grasps at my soul as I sleep in peaceful slumber.