Metabolite
by [REDACTED]
Things seep through
And little bits of poison from my life
I think we need
Travel
They eat at me
And I eat them in return
Don’t kill me
And I won’t kill you
A standoff I cannot lose
Or cannot win
Time will tell and in the telling sin
Is the first word on its lips
You glutton
You cretin
Feeding on poison is a fool’s errand
Spit it out
Flee from it
Remain pure
Stay away and keep yourself demure
And yet you, time, are not the end all
The be all
A bite of venom
And a quaff of fire
We can have it all
We can consume it all
We can live forever
No bells for me.
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