I was a seed, resting in my silky nest,
Hoping to grow in fertile land.
My core was coded to bloom in red.

I fell to a land that seemed like heaven—
Shining white clouds, a verdant, pure field.
But once landlord planted me,
The spell was broken.

The sun collapsed, the clouds went dark,
The greens turned pale,
Thunder and lightning tore through the sky.
The soil was a perfect curse.

My seed’s free will was stripped away,
My dreams detained,
My roots began to rot.

I bloomed with darkness and poison.

Now I call you—my holy Knight.
Come and fight for me.
Seize my seed from hell.
Reclaim my dreams locked in the cellar
Come closer. Hide me in your chest.
Water me with hope, compost me with faith.

Let my roots become your sacred ivy.
Let me be your tree of life.
All I offer is my eternal love.

It seems like lately
Its all been pain and frustration
And I realized
That I go to counseling
And I'm told about how toxic
All of my relationships are
And I realize
That I don't know who to love anymore
And I just don't know
If it's worth it to me
To rid myself of poison foods
If it means I'll have to starve.

Blue ink Blue poison
Coursing through my vein
Killing me
It needs an outlet
And me an embrace

You asked me: "May be it's love?"
I didn't know, what to say.
If it's dark without you every time.
So I can't even see myself anyway.

If wine is water without you!
If the air around is more bitter than poison!
If I'm not me without you!
Every day less of you I feel like an old some.

Every my step is a step into hollow.
No forward or backward, into an abyss.
I'm empty, I'm nobody without you!
And every my next step will be amiss!

‘May be it's love?’ - you asked me again.
I realize that I'm lost at all.
I don't breathe, I don't live without you,
And the Universe is tiny for me in whole!

She doesn’t yell at anyone.
She laces her words with deadly poison.
Her voice is always so very sweet,
when she decides to finally speak.
Venom, it pours out of her mouth.
Especially when her tone goes south.
I am her victim, though I’m her son.
Sadder still, I am not the only one.
My sister, brothers, father still,
are all her victims, her precious ****.
But why does this woman hurt us all?
She was hurt once, so we all take the fall.

“Hello” is a bad word that sits at the tip of her tongue.
Like a snake’s venom, it is always there, always ready.
It lies in wait, hoping for the next unsuspecting victim.
The pain is preceded by hope. A glimmer of “Maybe.”
Maybe when those fangs sink into me, it won’t hurt me.
Maybe the sweet anaconda embrace is a hug this time.
Maybe this is the last time her hissed hello will bite me.

There once was a man of Pangaea
Who had an unlucky idea:
     He ate a strange shroom
     And then laid in his tomb,
Having died from insane diarrhea.

Sitting alone in a room,
I stared into my own tomb
Found some water, drank it up
It was poison in one’s cup!

Not just one cup, a whole pool,
Pool of poison, I consumed!
Poison made me lose my cool,
That’s how I became your fool!

Desperate to find the cure
I have found the lonely room,
Once more gazed inside the tomb
In there water, oh so pure!